Silhouetted Dreams

Corrupted Words

Silhouetted dreams frozen in moonlight
Shrouded in mist, forgotten and forsaken
Sullen and forlorn, yearning for release
Spiralling memories dance before my eyes

Desires locked in delicate disguise
Passions creep from knowing eyes
Whispered dreams escape in a kiss
As moistened lips part with a sigh

A gentle breeze stirs a silent twilight
Shadows fade into silvery moonlight
Rage burns in the early morning sun
Lost in a velvet darkness without you

Rousing thoughts long at rest in sadness
Tainted lives lost in a trail of inked tears
Sorrow pours forth in corrupted words
Breathe in experience, exhale imagination

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Corrupted Words

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

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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A Vivian Leigh Tanka

Blue eyes become green
Scarlet ribbon of sadness
Flickering beauty
Writ large on the silver screen
Nitrate secrets, passions burn

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Vivien Leigh

Vivian Leigh (05 November, 1913 – 08 July, 1967)


Motionless Abandon

A Forgotten Life

On an empty stage whispering to an audience of one
Staggering through a deluge of words and dreams
Pain and tears begin ravaging awakening memories
Once lost in pervading mists on the distant horizon

Exploring shadow thoughts through lingering fog
Escaping the darkness of a long neglected mind
Desires flock, wailing in a harmony of loneliness
Shaken from their reverie by a fetid air of despair

A beggar sits, beset with motionless abandon
Reaching into the ruined harbours of rejection
Bereavement shattered with the coming twilight
A sadness feasting on scraps of a forgotten life

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Beggar, Hoboken

Beggar, Hoboken. Photo © Library of Congress

Echoing Through Time

Lost Voices

Blood red poppies grow
In memory of lost voices
Gone but never silent
A mournful melody
Echoing through time

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Poppies Growing

Image found on the Internet

Sunday Morning Haiku Roundup, Number 1

Alone I awake
My mind wanders, you are there
Joy of sweet sadness

Wind, a mournful tune
Just like a roaming minstrel
Silence is darkness

Petals open wide
Nectar flows freely and sweet
Scent of morning dew

Every breath a sigh
From longing held in darkness
Exposed with a touch

Light flickers in trees
Scent of blossoms fill the air
Then diesel and dust

The sun’s journey done
Purple to black, stars twinkle
To light a new day

Staring eyes, looking
Searching for a reflection
Darkness envelopes

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