Threads of love

Day 29 of Napowrimo

 

Fine iridescent threads

entwining hearts

illuminating, changing colour

delicately threading our lives together

unbreakable lustrous souls

moving slowly joining

lifting us towards a new dawn

theses threads of love

are ours to keep.

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The words we cannot say

 

Water laps at the shore
Wind is just a gentle puff
Sun slow Rises in the sky
I climb the rock
Crouching, looking, feeling
Barnacles cling under my feet
Waster crashes against the rock
Spraying me with a hundred kisses
Wind blows and tangles my hair
Telling me it’s secrets
Sun shines on my face
Covering me with smiles
You are not here, yet you are close
I feel you in my thoughts, my ears, my lips
There are still things unspoken
Things are so hard to say
I can shout it to the crashing waves
I can whisper to the blowing wind
I can smile the words to the sun
Yet if you were here I’d hold your hand
Hold you close and smile
Those words my darling you know
We both find them so hard to say
One day my love one day.

Bones!

White yellow pink
Cod haddock salmon
Tuna river cobbler bass
All my favourite fish
One little problem
That I cannot bare
Whitebait prickly bones
Soft pilchard bones
Sharp kipper bones
Bones that crunch
Why ouch why
Am I the lucky one?
With a pile of bones
Adoring my plate
Just me, no one else
I do love fish
But I do loath bones
I quite wonder
Should I stick to
Fish fingers?

Finding a way

Patience, I wait for your call

Your text, your rant

I draw breath and smile

The words flow gently

Regardless of your anger

 

Kindness, I give this willingly to you

Despite the fact you hate

They are just words

The kinder I am to you

The less hatred you show.

 

Silence, time for you to speak

I will listen, hear and understand

Your words are important to me

The more you speak, the quieter I am

The calmer you become

 

Love, I give to you in abundance

Through smiles, kind words and patience

You don’t see the love yet,

You take it all from me

In time you will return it

 

You are difficult to me, to yourself

Your anger is portrayed in speech and actions

In time, it dissipates,

In time you hear me again

In time you will find your way

touch with your eyes

art

Beauty lies within each stroke

each line a definition

vibrant colours combined

softer colours mellow

lines stretch at angles

seeing through the cover

What i see is not what you see

What you have created you love

shows your feeling, your freedom

your energy flow

I look to see what you are showing me

what you are feeling, i embrace

Can i live your life

be what you are?

I cant touch this, kiss this, hold this

I can only touch your work

with my eyes

Chronic Regrets

I should not look back

leave the past behind me

Little things niggle

That I can’t let go

The child I missed time with

The loves that I’ve lost

Homes that have gone

Moments that were missed

Kisses now a dream

No hand to hold

I should write them down

Burn the ash and bury

Leave the regrets

Deep in the ground

And make space

To embrace the now

Have empty arms to receive

New love, adventures

Time ticks on

No more chronic regrets.

A Hundred books

Hundreds of books

Sit on the shelf

Which do I choose?

Which jumps out?

Words on the page

Threaded together

Weave a story

Keep me engaged

Lure me away

From reality

Lost in the words

A tapestry woven

Thrills and spills

With twists and turns

Love and romance

Lost in a world

Of words entwined

The last page read

Bereft that its over

Still plenty more books

On the shelf to choose

To get lost once again

Away from the world

And into a new dream