The Daily Post prompt is: mistake.
I counted days until we’d meet,
In summer heat.
Was I a fool?
I count the minutes on the train:
Not be in vain,
My silent plea,
Be there for me.
I count the faces at the gate,
The train is late,
But you’re not there;
You didn’t care.
The Daily Post prompt is: Witness.
I saw the cloud burst on the lake
And no sound make
But falling rain
Like summer grain.
I saw the water dimple-specked,
With silver flecked,
Beneath the clouds,
Outspread like shrouds.
The path you’d take by the lake’s edge,
Where wind-swept sedge
Bodes winter chill,
Is empty still.
For the Daily Post prompt: Surface.
Photo ©Domenico Salvagnin
Just a second ago it was there,
Shining brightly as an August sky,
If I reached I could break through the skin.
Cold water on every side presses,
I hear the pale sounds of life draining,
Of rocks fraying lifelines worn too thin.
Bright diamonds of air stream away,
The surface a dream or a mirror
Of the darkness that fills me within.
For the Daily Post prompt, a trilune poem.
Maybe you meant it all for the best,
Maybe the stars had reason to hide,
Maybe the moon was elsewhere that night.
Maybe the wind’s song helped you to sleep,
Maybe the night was too dark to see,
Maybe you were just being polite.
My tears were real though hid by the dark,
The stars and moon saw what you did not:
Heartbreak that will not heal in the light.
The Daily Post prompt is: Paint. I’ll add the link in the vain hope the pingback will work…
These sunflowers are our neighbours—and the lack of an apostrophe is deliberate.
No painter, I,
against the sky,
where soft winds blow.
I catch the sense,
with one word
The Daily Post prompt is: Craving.
Does the sea bass crave the shallows
Ghosts the hallows?
Does the dusk fall
Shadow night’s pall?
They say the land of makebelieve,
Where children grieve,
Because it dies,
We must despise.
But I still long for ocean deeps,
Where no one weeps,
Silver fish slide,
And night birds glide.
The Daily Post prompt is: Admire
The landscape spreads a coloured cloak,
Far from the smoke,
Where noise steals sleep,
We breathe in deep.
We watch clouds trace across the sky,
Where white gulls fly,
Above green seas,
Face to the breeze.
Yet beauty takes a second place
In our life’s race,
Our comfort’s due.