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silence is a telling voice
gentle hearts do hear 
 
with hush of bated breath,
as season’s end,
inner tides grow low

longing eyes whisper
in wordless tears
the passing of love
grown cold                                    

raindrops taste
like wistful tears,
without the ache

when your sky comes falling down ...**
                                                           ­                                        

 *wild is the wind
it's hard to say when you love someone
but it's harder to say you don't
when you discover someone loves you
for all that you are not
Looking for a silver lining
               every time
                          it turns out wrong

Weighing reasons to believe
               looking for an
                          un-lost heart to behold

Seeking a golden skeleton key
               that unlocks
                          the secret garden’s
                                 velvet gate

Feeling the deep ache
                of cold and lonely
                           on a golden autumn morn

Walk along the garden pathway
               follow me down
                           the wooded pensive trail

See the reflection in the wishing well
                looking wistfully back
                            unbidden eyes' do tell

Feeling never enough
               like a pearl-less oyster’s
                           empty shell

Tripped and fell another dawning
               trying to come in
                           out of the storm

The only silver lining
               betides the moment,
                            
                            ­sipping words

                            of hopeful waters

               from your well ...



*wild is the wind
"A wise man can see more from the bottom of a well
than a fool can from a mountain top ."
 Oct 2016 Mike Porter
Sjr1000
Of all the places
she sought to hide
She only found one
safe place inside
in dancing images
where the poetry
resides.
I'm forgetting the time we had.
So I can remember my own path
 Oct 2016 Mike Porter
Ginger
When it rains,
the grass seems greener
When it rains,
the clouds seem thinner
When it rains,
The sun starts to shine
When it rains
the pain is washed away
 Oct 2016 Mike Porter
Sam Lylin
If you fear the darkness
But light is scary too
It’s okay to hide away
Or let it all show through

If it seems the world is empty
And no one hears you cry
Your friends will catch you, falling
And teach you how to fly

When it’s almost like the planet’s deaf
To all your silent screams
Pick up your paper, pen in hand
And write about your dreams
An experiment
Nefarious intentions
That is all we are
Hitcha with the Haiku!
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