‘When dreams fade away’

Ken pointed out another poetic collaboration from Neha at Forgottenmeadows. I thought this tanka style poem would fit the theme of ‘When dreams fade away.’

Photo©Bob Jones


We watch sand ripples,

secret windblown messages,

all lost at high tide.

And when the tide ebbs, seashells,

pebbles gleam, where once we walked.

She loses her heart

This is a short poem inspired by fellow twitter poet, John Feaster whose original poem you can find here.


He came a courting to the door
With a smile as easy as could be
But my father’s face was set and stern
A fisherman was no match for me.

He whispered low so none could hear
And said to meet him on the strand.
When evening fell he was waiting there
And smiled his smile as he took my hand.

He took my hand and he took my heart
And he left on the tide in the wake of the tern.
Though I watch for the sail of his little boat
The mocking gulls cry that he’ll not return.