Poem #25: Blue Belles

In the light of dawn I saw the bud bloom An eldritch beauty In the twilit ruins. Blue like the violets of a rhyme Bell flowers chiming the break of dawn Dancing to their own rhythm Relics of an age bygone. And I dance how one seldom does I forget that the blue belles aren’t…

Poem #23: Loose Thread

A poem about the lost connections forming the loose threads in the fabric of life.

Poem #22: The Blinking Lamp

Away, away and under The age old blinking lamp Sat the two young lovers Holding their hands. No longer blinking periodically Old was the lamp’s attire A light so dull and devoid Of the lovers’ passionate fire. The age old blinking lamp On the age old winding lane Stood guard for the couple Under the…

Poem #21: The Chime

In sanguine summers, Through sunlit waves, I see the gray homes Of misery and heartaches. The chime rings like everyday; The air is still the same. A family’s laughter Reminds me of old times Behind a smile is A story hidden within rhyme But the chime rings like everyday; The air is still the same….

Poem #20: Open

“Open sesame and take me to oblivion where what is known may never be true.” Says the girl as she anticipates what lies inside.

Poem #19: The River’s Game

Burying sins beneath, The river flows past Bouncing over treasure chests Where dreams don’t last. In the soil below, Are stories of time, Under sticks and bones, Are lullabies that don’t rhyme. Decades fly by Rivers change course Giving rise to hope Opening closed doors. When all is dead Faith burns red Faith in rivers…

Poem #18: Echoes Of The Yore

Barking
Sans symphony
Coarse, a frosty echo
Silent leaves of crackling chaos.
Whispers.

Poem #16: Embark On A Journey

Today I embark on a journey Sunlight bounces off leaves The road forks not once but twice Under the umbra of changing trees. In the midst of change,  A tranquil pond invites me I’m unsure and overwhelmed Yet there is no place I’d rather be. Throwing a stone in azure waters, I watch its impact…

Poem #13: In A Storm

Finding inspiration in misery,
I write down an elegy
Telling myself I forgive all
But do I really forgive me?

Poem #12: Tempest

Pulling at hairUnfurling the seas Stronger than tideFelling away trees.Coercing clouds into motionLifting the sands of timeGallivanting across the globeHumming an ancient rhyme.Subject of folkloreI’m a truth you can’t escapeWild, fervent and impatientThe wrath of godsI’m harsh reality I’m the tempest, the gale Hey guys! This poem is a response to this writing prompt. It’s…