g - Hello Poetry

Dec 2016

Andy Hawthorn

As Christmas approaches I think
of absent friends.
Like you.

Dec 2016

Andy Hawthorn

Why would I choose
that famous sculpture
to be my avatar?
True, I do think a lot,
but I'm not so glum as he seems to be.
(Am I?)

And I'm certainly not a sculptor,
not an artist at all really,
though I hope my words
may be considered art
of a kind.

But - here's the secret -
that iconic statue wasn't always called
The Thinker.
When Rodin first created it
he called it
The Poet.

Could that be why
I was drawn to it?
It makes you think.

Well, it makes me think, anyway.

Dec 2016

Vaelente

A Small Letter

I hope this reaches you,
somewhat crumpled and embittered,
but soft on the inside and still smelling of my fingertips and hair.

Dec 2016

Andy Hawthorn

I Know the Feeling

I never used to feel so empty inside
That I needed to cut my flesh
To make the pain more real
To give myself a reason
For feeling so bad
But now
I know the feeling of emptiness

You are in my heart
But you are cutting me
From the inside

My heart bleeds
But it doesn't show
To those who don't know
What to look for

And you

Aren't looking

Dec 2016

Kikodinho Edward Alexandros

NOSTALIGIC WHISPERS

(I)

Pale mulberry was the sky,
No bird dared to fly!
Thus all seemed wrong,
But then, you came along
Suddenly like summer rain
And quelled away my pain.

(II)

Velvet blue was the sky,
No bird dared not to fly!
Thus all seemed right,
And as pure as a cloud in white,
When suddenly like the rainbow,
You quelled away thy heavenly glow.

(III)

Dark grey is the sky,
No bird seems to ever fly!
Athwart my wild blue yonder
Where I, indignantly do ponder
Night and day wondering why,
We can't give it just one more try.

(IV)

Pitch black is always the sky,
But, faster than any bird I'll fly!
Swifter than a scudding cloud
Whilst calling upon you so loud,
All the way to a strange plain,
Just to ever feast about you again.

(V)

Magenta magic will always be the sky,
When once again we'll merilly fly!
Then, flowers once again shall bloom,
To see you and me as bride and groom
By a placid Mulberry Moon on the rise,
To kindle our enchanted paradise.

©Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
1st December 2016

***!!! Can't really believe it that among the myriads upon myriads of beautiful poems here at HP, this poem has turned up the daily. Thank you so much dear friends to have catapulted me to stardom for the second time...I'm really all gratitude.

#Retrospection
#Nostaligia
#Lonesome
#Craving
#Wishing