Words, reflective

Not silly nor sombre, just reflections on life, love and other things.

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Marking Time

Today was tomorrow Tomorrow becomes yesterday And yesterday is gone. So we go on to the next, not knowing the first, Until it's too late and forever gone. Time is diminished, dwindled away

A Rumour of Summer

I heard a rumour that Summer stopped by today She came for breakfast and lunch But didn’t stay for tea She said she had places to go, you know- Sunnier climes to visit

Autumn Hues

Frosted lace upon a crimson leaf Crystals of coldness lending Extraordinary beauty to a masterpiece of nature Mother Nature’s autumn pallet Russet, red-gold, amber, bronze

Broken Love

I give my heart too easily, You don’t give yours at all. Perhaps one day you’ll discover Pride goes before a fall. You will give your heart away It will come back bruised and battered

Cold Light of Reflection

In the cold light of reflection Second thoughts Was it right Was it wrong What’s done is done No going back Are things the same What remains Reminiscing or regrets What should I see

Soft Thoughts

a love lost poem

Journey of Imagination

My soul has departed its confines And frolics in the fields along the lanes. Fleet footed, I run amongst the sheep Leaping hedgerows, Dodging among the trees on the hillside.

Fly Winged Pegasus

Fly winged Pegasus! Fly beyond the boundaries of this mortal world Let your imagination take you to the corners of the universe Sun on your wings, lifted by the breeze to realms unknown.

Hollow Love

Conspicuous in your absence Silence being the wall Behind which you hide Now, lips that would kiss Find only emptiness The hollow space That used to be you Is filled only with memories.

Stuck

The blank page glares at me Mocking, daring me to fill it With prose. The pen protests at my grip As I force it to paper. The words glide easily Out of my head into nothingness
Cherry

Time diminished

Time, be not proud. Though you may topple Men and nature And mark the passage Of many things, You can only be silent We must speak in your behalf. Time, be not boastful

Don't Call It Love

We’re playing it by ear This thing we don’t call love Because it’s too new And we don’t want to jinx it. I just know my pulse races And my stomach Does a funny somersault

Let There Be Giants

Let there be giants With voices strong To act with decisiveness When others may hesitate Visionaries, inspired That do not look back with regret.

Nature's Songs

The hum of bees Dancing in the air The sigh of wind Across the grass The chirp of birds On distant boughs This is my meadow song The hiss of foam Caressing the sand

Love Song

How can I write a love song with no words? How can I write what I feel inside When it’s generally tied up in knots How can I express What ends up a mess of emotions The things that I feel

Love's Cause and Effect

If you are the ocean And I am the shore I will feel your caress For ever more If I am the flower And you are the bee Enjoy the nectar You will find in me If you are the sunshine

River Path

Who can say where the river flows What keeps it out or keeps it in I think it goes where it wants to go Irregardless of the plans of men Who can say where the river ends

To Send You Away

To send you away Would be to take the stars From the sky Leaving the firmament dark Obscuring its beauty No glimmer of hope To send you away Would be to take the waters From the sea

Twilight

Day is ended Night suspended Twilight I walk in the half light A gentle breeze stirring In the fronds of the palm trees That are dark silhouettes Against the lavender sky Warm humid air

Natural Love

In the meadow I wait for you My natural man In the tall grass I lay back Sun in my face I feel the breeze on my skin And think of you I watch the clouds in the sky Imagining you

From the Womb

We are women, we are strong From our wombs come leaders of nations Painters of pictures so magnificent Or poets with words so beautiful The world weeps to see such genius

Fading

Fading before my time Monochromatic greys Forgetting that life has to be led Not followed Lethargic Living in half measure Starving myself Rather than feasting On life’s banquet

Who Am I

Crowded, I am alone. Alone, I seek solitude from my thoughts Will the void never fill, The thoughts never stop Who, but me, knows What goes on behind the façade

Words From the Heart

You say sometimes you think we live on different planes And sometimes I agree but- You won’t talk to me about what makes you feel that way

I Didn't Wake Up Early

I didn’t wake up early I waited for you To join me in my dreams But you didn’t come There was no caress No tenderness Just emptiness I wanted to dream Of your warm embrace

The Little Woman

Yes, I am quite proud of her, the little woman She doesn’t much like it when I call her that But I do think it fits, she’s kept herself quite well Always looks nice, a true credit to me

Dreams of a River

I know this place This not so far off place In a dream I have had Many times The verdant bank of a river Willow trees trailing Branches into the water Swans swimming Disdainfully ignoring

Saying Goodbye

I’m getting ready for the hurt I can see it in your eyes, I can hear it in your voice As you tell me one more lie I can almost feel the pain Soon it’s going to start

In the Fullness of Time (IP)

In the fullness of time I have come to know exactly What it is I am not But not what it is I am And knowing that Will come at exactly the right time The exact time

Return to Paradise Lounge (IP)

I see you’ve returned To visit Paradise Lounge We’ve got some new ones in But the regulars are still around If you want a run down I’ll join you in a gin Come and sit beside me

Where the Heart Won't Go

I tried to say I love you But the lips won’t speak What the heart does not feel Although there are few Whose company I enjoy As much as I do yours Who knows why the heart

Spring not Sprung

A seemingly somnolent sun seems unable to burn off the morning mist leaving the afternoon looking listless while cool brisk breezes reminds us winter has not yet waned.

Where is the spring of my youth

Where is the spring of my youth Colourful lady birds spreading their wings Taking first flight Tadpoles sprouting legs Soon to become tiny frogs Purple violets half hidden

Time to Move On

I have struck you from my life But it is an empty gesture You left long ago First in your thoughts I could see they were far away Soon you followed...
Cherry

Dear Whoever (IP)

Dear Whoever I am writing this to who ever it is in charge of me. You know, the one looking over me.... or at least you were supposed to. Sometimes I...