Images of Desire

A Mirror of Reality

Thoughts blur into reflection
Tears search rippled memories
Lost in a pool of indecision
Mirrored images of desire

Shadows whisper passions
Freed in momentary daydreams
Locked in darkness
Muted by hesitation

Moments of indecision
Fear and doubt combine
Feeding a hunger unsated
As loneliness takes hold

Inward reflections recede
Decisions made
Chances taken
A leap into the abyss

Thoughts reflect clarity
Memories fuel desires
Passions merge, coalesce
A mirror of inner reality

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A Mirror of Reality

Haiku Ten – Five

Dreams live forever
A frozen moment in time
Just paper in fire

Words crowd around me
Lost in thought as time passes
Only memories

Lies betray the words
Hiding behind smiling eyes
Deceit becomes truth

A lost Valentine
Searching the maelstrom of love
A Twitter romance

Pausing for a breath
Broken memories calling
Lost horizons blur

Waiting patiently
All dressed for a holiday
Silent companion

Lips touch, lost in time
A sweet embrace, dreams fulfilled
Silver screen desires

A single snow drop
Beauty reaching to the sun
Garden of desires

Excitement rises
Lights dim, the projector whirls
Then there was silence

Black and white day dreams
Longing for silent kisses
Lost in the shadows

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The Enchanted Forest

The following poem was inspired by the photo below. Sarah Ward Smith (Twitter: @theodoremoo) sent me the photo and asked if I would write a poem about it. This is what happened…

Forgotten Tales

A gently breeze echoes through the enchanted forest
The moon and stars are muted with billowing clouds
And half remembered tales linger among silent trees
Their words trapped in darkness searching for home

As twilight falls excited voices erupt into the night
Chilled with fear as they wander aimlessly onward
Thoughts glimpsed in the distance just out of sight
Distorted views encircle as perception is narrowed

Imagination rustles the damp carpet of pine needles
Sadness and doubt circle as a low lying mist rolls in
Whispered words from lost fables breathe once more
Releasing tormented memories in a thunderous roar

A blood red cloak hangs, dripping with tears of rage
Discarded and unrecognized, a symbol of innocence
Anguished souls united in their struggle for freedom
Imprisoned in the enchanted forest by the rising sun

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Forgotten Tales

A Mournful Lament

A Moment in Time

Caught in this brief moment in time
Lost worlds collide, forming clarity
Fixed illusions dissipate into nothing
Words coalesce, framing perceptions

Lives once sure now become unstuck
Random thoughts compete for stability
Finding only certainty in the mundane
And order in the chaos left behind

Discarded memories search for comfort
Only to be flung into an abyss of despair
Torn apart by deceit, treachery and fear
Voices chant a mournful lament of shame

Tears flow in rhythm to the falling rain
Washed away, hidden from prying eyes
A practiced smile worn for everyday use
Hidden in this briefest moment in time

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A Moment in Time 2

A Majestic Sentinel

A Lonesome Survivor

Its shapely leaves once adorned the heads of ancient kings
And provided shade for lovers through long summer days
Giving shelter to travellers on dark and cold autumn nights

Scared by the darkened embrace of the hangman’s noose
Roots grown strong with the blood from long lost lives
Sired generations that framed buildings and ships of the line

In a barren windswept field stands a weary oak tree, old with time
A majestic sentinel with twisted and gnarled bark full of memories
The lonesome survivor of rituals and ways of life from a bygone age

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The Bowthorpe Oak in Bourne, Lincolnshire, England. Photo by Beth Moon.

 

A Doris Day Tanka

With blue eyes smiling
From big band to silver screen
Que Sera, Sera
Dreams preserved in celluloid
A sentimental journey

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A Doris Day Tanka

 

Silent Bells

Fading memories of past lives linger
Moving in rhythm to the falling snow
Spectres whisper mournful prayers
Shadows lost in unending procession
Cloister walls weep with sadness
Silent bells echo the end of time

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Tintern Abbey from south west during winter snow by W.A. Call. Monmouth Museum identity number M1928.214

Tintern Abbey. Photo by W.A. Call, Monmouth Museum.

 

Haiku Ten – Four

Soulful eyes embrace
Delicate soft lips to kiss
Beauty in full bloom

Lie back in comfort
Watch the flakes float by and dance
Whispered thoughts of spring

Longing for darkness
Peace and serenity shines
The light of sadness

Echoes fade in light
Shifting winds and silent flakes
A gentle snow falls

The snow has fallen
All rejoiced at the beauty
Then there was silence

Passions sharing thoughts
Amidst cold winds and dark skies
No blossoms in bloom

A cloak of wonder
Unseen to unknowing eyes
Hidden from within

From this point of view
Gazing into eyes so blue
Tears like morning dew

Frosted windows blur
Thoughts stir of days long ago
Your thoughts guides me still

Lost in thoughts again
Memories of you burn bright
Shadows moving in

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