Against Winter’s pull
pines stand strong; ice drums on roof –
rhythmic ovation
Leave the Door Open
Leave the door open…
surely, this docile
abstraction will pass…
Sun is promising
a re-emergence,
stirs an inclination
I may find purpose yet,
harness these sultry thoughts
and venture out that open door.
(Image my own)
The Call That Never Came
I called you.
That one time.
Poured my heart out..
such despair.
I called you.
You weren’t there.
Left a message –
garbled words
rushed to beat
the inevitable beep.
Regret immediate,
then panic –
ineradicable
this outpouring
of a lonely heart,
fantasizing.
I called you.
You didn’t answer.
You never called back.
Thank you for that.
(Poem first appeared on One Woman’s Quest II. Image my own)
Foreboding
Soon, Winter will seal decay
beneath snowy banks
and we’ll plant ourselves
hearth side, aiming for fortitude
I shall middle myself amid
books and paints, soldier
through the desolation,
mourn for Summer’s loss.
(Image my own)
Craving Calm (tanka)
At my core, fire –
ego driving passion’s flow –
yet, it’s calm I crave
tranquil waters, petal soft
calm – solace from the burning.
(Image my own)
Blues
Unshakeable blue
I am ocean drawn
willing movement
suspended…
Fears meet me here
at the blackened shore
I want to believe
trust the light…
But legs no longer carry me
and heaven forbid the tide
should bring unruly waves –
drowning would be inevitable
So, I hug the shore
hold my breath
and dream of
a more forgiving blue.
(Inspired by Sadje’s challenge: What do you see? based on featured image.)
Pretty
Pretty lacks commitment..
“I’m pretty sure…”
“Such a pretty ____”
It doesn’t mitigate sorrow
or revel in depths
Flavourless is pretty
a hollow word
Even less profound
when paired with nice.
(Image my own creation)
Properties of Light
Light accentuates…bedazzles
transforms ordinary into magical
slips beneath the shadows…
and glows fantastic.
(Borrowed from One Woman’s Quest II. Image my own)
Bibliophile
The lines blur
between narrator
and reader
Each pang
a further melding
Reason, I’m such a fan.
(Image my own. Reading anything good lately?)
The Power of a Rose
How is it that a rose understands
secrets buried deep ?
That softness of hue,
and hardiness of bearing
Can elicit such sentiment,
unleash nostalgic ache?
(Image my own. No reading today, as I have COVID and my voice is suffering)