Aspiring Author & Life Juggler
A place where my dark side sometimes creeps out to play
.. I am left wanting it back.
I wake each day with the memory of your touch before it drifts away, a feather on a breeze.
I hold onto that final hug encircling me into your very core, the safest place on earth.
I used to walk these streets,
Feel the solid ground beneath my shoes.
The creaks and groans of Victorian brickwork
Inaudible to those not listening.
*
Darkened windows a barrier for the faces behind,
Silently screaming to be released.
From torture and mutilation,
While I roamed the alleys for fresh nectar.
*
Top Hat, stick clicking the wet walkways,
Although I see many of the cobbles are no more,
Covered instead with ugly slabs, the
blackened blood stains hidden now forever.
*
You see me not as I drift pass you,
My tongue tenses as my plan evolves.
You are sitting alone, and from my shadow,
You cannot know that I will have you.
*
My black coat has pockets laden
with contraptions you will never have seen.
Eighty two years my soul has searched,
For a mate, a wife, in a pool of death.
*
Excessive consumption is taking place,
A complacency not afforded in my time alive.
You will learn hardship soon enough my dear.
You are soon to be coming home.
*
Sometimes you read a poem … and fall in love.
Just wow …
To you, someday,
I shall come home.
The path I do know;
we spoke of it before.
Through peaks of such height,
were calm does reside.
In distance I’ll see,
home’s welcoming light.
Such warmth will sing,
from within my heart.
As return I now do;
no longer, we’re apart.
Approaching the door,
“Come in”, you will say.
Waiting there for me,
you’ll smile on this day.
The tales we will share,
as laughter grows again.
For no one could replace,
my dearest loving friend.
Feeling I knew,
of when I was young.
Returned it will be,
in face of warming sun.
I have not forgot,
nor never will do.
That house up the mountain,
we joked we’d run too.
A house of all peace,
where love does reside.
Feel it I shall,
as I join by your side.
No strife can fall,
or weary eyes should blink.
For it’ll…
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Having fun with Norm2’s challenge …
People walk under my arch
between my bricks which have stood
for over a hundred years.
*
Parents sending teens off to Uni
Grandparents visiting London
with children excited with fears.
*
Yet-to-be lovers
meeting for the first time
Long-term friends reuniting.
*
Red brick archways
from an era long ago
Seen it all before
I fear the unknown,
Yet I yearn for it.
I look back for the familiar,
Yet I dream a future.
The excitement has a biological
effect on my blood flow.
I awaken with learning,
Even if it feels unstable.
The past is known,
the seat is safe.
I want to walk a tightrope;
balance to the other side.
A literary world I’ve
tip-toed around,
pulling grasses at the edge.
Inside great flowers bloom.
I want to smell them,
touch their petals.
The light on waxy leaves,
Silent strength of bonsai.
Flame throws wall shadows,
Simple beauty to behold.
Heat from the sun on my thighs,
Tingling skin not yet been exposed.
Move limbs into the shade before the burn,
So tired, can’t move at all, ten more minutes.
🌞
Skylarks chirruping so high I cannot see them,
The leaves move in whispers in the poplar.
A hum close to me, closer still. A flaunting bee.
The squawk of a distant pheasant,
🐝
The blue skies are vast when unpunctured by cloud,
A glass of water warming steadily,
If I roll over I can read. But sometimes doing nothing,
Just being, just listening, is so cathartic and beautiful.
🌸
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