A billion raindrops
fall like all the promises
you forgot you made,
cold, tired, soaked to my bones
I seek trumpets in the storm.
Tag: love
The Last Free Form Friday
Life will use the air abused by ill words as offerings for trees who paint our futures with their leaves. Happy Friday Everyone, This post is later than originally planned but as a Brit going through the chaos of Brexit whilst processing a few things in my own life, I’m going to forgive myself. …
Stories of Objects that Sustain
My grandma’s handbag
carries memories
as well as coins and keys;
not just another thing to grab
but the next lines of a story….
in this circus home
forests of recollections
whisper new seeds.
Sand Treads
Tracking the lost ones I listen to the desert where the sands tread us. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Love All
Whatever’s happening in the world, in all our lives, whoever you are I feel the will to say I Wish You Peace!
#FreeForm Friday Round up and Prompt
Hello all, Below is the wonderful round-up of last week’s #FreeFormFriday prompt, exploring the art of free form and combined form. Many thanks to contributors. Apologies for being slightly delayed today, life overtook events. From now on I’ll be running this fortnightly. If you would like to join in I’d love to hear from…
Love & Hate
Hate; a verb, an abstract noun
That we may give our power,
Love; a verb, an abstract noun
That is hate’s funeral pyre.
Signals
I love the rain spiral
senses encompassing animation,
satellite clouds, and clouds
displayed in white
in grey telemetry,
You love, the soft rain at night,
cold and warmth, tickle soft matter,
the interplay between pressure,
a means of guiding
receptors
placed in the injured part,
in this work, we fabricate one
love the just, visible,
forecast invisible intensity
from sunset to sunrise,
both play a role,
signals traveling
a spinal radar,
ignoring the pain
we love for the last hour,
signals from the skin;
low-symmetry particles
with shapes, spirals,
spirals, spirals,
yellow altitudes,
fluid, few to overcast
blue, blue, blue
gusts are green,
you, love,
the spiral …
Healing Flower; a haibun
Rose petals spiral,
hushed open secrets wakeful,
each has power to sooth.
Start Inside
Valentines,
a gift or a crime?
Lonely hearts
loathe this time
yet it reminds all to strive
to love, start inside.
