In this patch of dark
that spreads across a whole sky
and smears itself across my open hand,
is a dream.
I pick its limp wings from
the tangle of sooty scraps
and wipe my hand clean
on the weeping grass.
No regrets, I say, a bare-faced lie.
The sky is spangled with regrets.
They glitter in gorgeous indifference
even in my sleep.
against the gold
of the sunny wall.
By the fire, tales are told
when silence sleeps,
and someone weeps.
Bird sings a tune,
fills the tree with song,
its berries strewn.
These things are true,
like the smiling face
that isn’t you.
A poem for The Secret Keeper’s writing prompt. The words to include are:
WEALTH | LONG | DREAD | VIEW | RED
How do I count the colours bright,
that paint the fields and fill the light,
across the waves and out of sight?
All these hues a heart can hold,
the reds and blues the green and gold,
fiery hot and winter cold—
a wealth to store against the past.
It fell, a shooting star, so fast,
our love no longing could make last.
With no regrets, I look ahead,
with green of hope and little dread,
to find a new love in your stead.
For the Secret Keeper’s writing challenge. I haven’t used the exact words of the prompt, but the spirit is there.
FLASH | USE | TRIGGER | VIEW | BACK
The sight of petals in the mud
Recalls those times we used to walk
And hear our hearts pulse in the blood.
The sight of petals in the mud,
A moment spent beside the flood,
We dropped them like our idle talk.
The sight of petals in the mud
Recalls those times. We used to walk.
Reusing this lovely image.
On that empty shore
where glassy waves ever break
gulls call, I answer.
Raising white wings I follow
with a backward glance for you.
I might find something less sad for Sacha’s writing prompt, but for the moment, this is what ‘the hug you’ve been waiting a long, long time for’ inspires.
There have been so many times,
Your arms around me, held so tight,
When I have thought heaven was mine,
In an embrace that fills the night.
Each time that tenderness, so sweet,
I just reach out and you are there,
Our bodies fit, match and complete,
Is almost more than I can bear.
But the deepest longing, never sated,
Beneath the bliss, a constant pain,
Is for those gone far beyond my loving,
All those I’ll never hold again.
Another day’s twitter poems that seemed to follow the same theme.
From the otherworld you come,
mist-wrapped, blue-eyed, smiling,
and in your hands
all the love that ever grew
in either world.
Thrill of the sun on my skin,
your eyes in mine,
and the sky above.
Waves lap about our feet,
while the gull carries our song.
In the sky above the shadows,
in the last light,
before the dark inks in the blue
and their wild dance
bows out before
the stately minuet
of the stars.
Is there poison in this sweet honey
that drips so slow from your red lips?
Take it away, and I am left lonely,
longing to be the bloom
where the bee sips.
The touch of your hand enthralls,
your soft words enchant,
but when you kiss,
the sun stands still,
and no shadows grow.
Gulls, waves, sun,
glint and shift,
and in the bright air,
stolen from the dusk,
we rise, swans enlaced,
to follow the path of dreams.