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Posts tagged “poetry

So Red

 

 

So red it grows –

not black or green – leaves/stem

race Time’s quick grasp.

 

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Garden Gloves in Monochrome

 

COME into the garden, Maud,

For the black bat, night, has flown,

Come into the garden, Maud,

I am here at the gate alone;

And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,

And the musk of the rose is blown.

Come into the Garden, Maud

Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron (1809–92)

 


From Here to There

 

From here to there falls

blossoms swimming through still air –

floating memories.

 

 

 


Traveller Seeks Horizon

 

 

a gaze of longing –

Traveller seeks horizon’s line,

when  journey begins.

 

 

 

 


How Winter Dies

 

You ask me how does Winter die ?

I will tell you.

Winter dies in a hard gritty heap –

Spilling wet memories into

Tiny pools of cold reflections

That  escape into the warming air.

That is how Winter dies.

 

You ask me how does Winter die ?

I will tell you.

Winter dies crying frozen tears

That fall into tiny pools

That hide from the gathering rays of the sun –

Timidly reflecting the strength of the warming sky.

That is how Winter dies.