Warm Burrow
I seek to snuggle,
curl up and not come out!

Dark Warmth,
freedom in solitudes-
dancing with silhouettes

Warm Burrow
I seek to snuggle,
curl up and not come out!

Dark Warmth,
freedom in solitudes-
dancing with silhouettes

something with claws
slowly crept up on her
as she walked home
head buried in Blissful Oblivion
she felt not the deep incisions
the creature made on her dainty soul
she felt not the yawning crevices
sunk into her pure heart
by the creature with claws
she knew it not, until she faltered
in Dark Abandon.

I cannot sleep
if you are not there
I am so used to you

supple sighs and snores
gone today,
back tomorrow

the dying sun kisses my brown walls goodnight,
winking naughtily through the leaves.

I am painting a mural with my words,
Cameos, sublime, Turquoise,
line my blue bell filled path
To Luminescence
#micropoetry #poetry

the old priest shuffles
slowly
between
pages of crusty memoirs
in the silence of the temple
he has forgotten how to speak

they lived at the edge of the sea,
they made music with pebbles
and shadows shifted,
slowly, badly calloused,
they picked their way through

          the throng
          ****** along
          pressed along

but they were not afraid
the wind billowed and raged
the sea churned violently
washing them, away it, hoped
but they remain rooted. mute

           the throng
           ****** along
           pressed along

silent statuettes, brave, unshaken
still alive by the edge of the sea
lights dance on the sea now, night
the glows, soldiers lost at sea
watching over them
scurry happily on the pebbles

drenched,
they laughed on,
two souls,
joyful,
bound by grief

sitting in the ash of protest,
roasting in clutching desires
nothing could I offer-
feeling so small and broken

You made me feel unwanted
by all the things you did not say,
a simple goodnight, how was your day?

I hung on, waiting for the final breath
there was nothing.
no standing ovation,
no final crescendo

why are you here?
what do you want?
an old lover, a call
dare I breathe?

windmills churn,
the ocean blue-
my love is sweet
and so are you

Just want to be alone-
I am Pisces, Scorpio, Cancer....
I just want to lose myself-
Quietly and not talk.

The ash falls, flake by flake,
into the lake, I am as stiff as a rake-
the oven of my mind can no longer bake,
Whatever I write, it just feels so fake!

This is not me, as I know myself
I'd have been scribbling away, lost in self
but my inspiration is sitting on a shelf,
the kitchen is *****, there is no chef!

I suffer chronically from writer's block,
I sit, I stare and I watch the clock-
The ship of Imagination is in the dock
stuck hard and fast like an old rock!

Verses used to flow so quick and easy
the thought of writing now makes me queasy-
I try and try, but its no longer breezy
I struggle, I fall, I feel rather wheezy!

I wonder when all this will ever go away
I wait, in vain, hoping for that one day
when writing shall be again, child 's play
and my inspiration will be here to stay!

The ash falls, flake by flake,
into the lake, I'm as stiff as a rake
the oven of my mind can no longer bake
and whenever I write, it feels fake!