Micro Poetry Times Five – Two

In a world of darkness
Looking for forgiveness
We all need second chances
For a second sun to rise
From the ashes of our love

When grey skies make me blue
Your grey eyes see me through
Lost in their smiling embrace
All dressed in satin and lace

A secret darkness ebbs and flows
Through gardens lost in thought
Sweet scents linger in moonlight
Dew drop morning wakens gently

A timeless desire searching for hope
Passions flowing with morning dew
Shadows race the coming sun
Frozen in light until twilight dawns

Caught in a silhouette of dreams
Searching an empty wilderness
Memories fade with every thought
A glimpse into the abyss

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Beckoning with Warmth and Light

The Journey

Strolling through the church yard
Weathered stones, lopsided and grey
Moss covered, aged with beauty
Carved faces, emotive and free

Sun’s bright glare exposing all
Cold winds whisper silently
Huddling close arm in arm
Sitting in the sun side by side

Trees swaying, bowing in the wind
Moss covered, vibrant with life
Aged and worn, beauty in their form
Past shaping, future steadily forward

Exploring streets hand in hand
Timber framed buildings row on row
Ghostly forms watching, guiding
Beckoning with their warmth and light

Greenery surrounds, ever flowing
Shaped by caring, guiding hands
Meandering, forming the path of love
Growing and strengthening with time

Apples ripen and fall silently
No hands to catch or care for
Bruised by falling but whole
Waiting to be embraced and held

The past and sadness overtakes
Yesterday becomes today
Joy mingles in heart’s sigh
Tears flow, relieving tension

Sharing memories of love
Sharing the pain of loss
Sharing hope for the future
Sharing each other arm in arm

Reflecting on what was
Taking time to ponder
Looking at the here and now
Future of wondrous unknown

Knowing each other’s hearts
Embracing and accepting
Moving, enjoying the journey
…our journey…together…

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Bonfires Light the Way

A Gentle Breeze

The sun lingers once more
With its golden tendrils
Shadows merge and rage
For the closing of day

In the turning of a page
Minds shift and wander
Words fall like tears
Floating in the distance

Thoughts become muffled
Muted by hesitation
Stifled by conceit
Lost in fright

Swaying in the silver mist
Dew drops collect in flight
Sighing with every breath
Pages whisper their consent

A gentle breeze blows
Long into the still night
Sweet music caresses
Nurtures and protects

Summer becomes autumn
The sun dims in the sky
Leaves fall and gather
As bonfires light the way

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Haiku Roundup Number 6

Finding the right words
It’s never an easy thing
Lost in your rhythm

Wild and friendly
Hidden garden of delights
Desires run free

Sun shines, clear blue sky
Bird shadows dart across grass
A feral cat waits

Lost in memory
Eyes that sparkle with laughter
Morning sun wakes me

The evening is calm
Wandering thoughts return home
Footsteps echoing

Words tell your story
Silence read in every page
Feelings unwritten

I hear soft music
A melody that lingers
The taste of your lips

Stillness at weeks end
Coolness ushers in the night
Waiting for the dawn

On gossamer wings
Fragile beauty displayed
Nature’s poetry

Life captured in stone
Silent wings flutter no more
Time’s shadow revealed

Stirring in the breeze
Rustling leaves murmur softly
Recalling silence

The sound of shadows
In my head as they pass by
Light will bring silence

Solstice plus one day
A bright long sun shiny day
Soon dark of winter

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Haiku Roundup Number 5

Noises faintly heard
Echoing near the edges
It’s time for breakfast

Darkness closes in
At the twilight of the day
Turns light on to read

Gentle sound of rain
Stillness with a melody
Seeps into your thoughts

The bluebell scent sways
Carried on a sunlit breeze
Forever in bloom

Lightening throws shadows
Wanderers in the darkness
Longing for silence

Smell of last night’s rain
The dawn chorus, loud and strong
I’ll have a lie in

Rain captured in time
Like tiny green pools of tears
Joy bursts forth freely

Clouds capture the sun
Leaves twinkle in gentle breeze
Beauty in times wake

Captured in your eyes
Words released with a smile
Ink flows, pages filled

Thunderheads circling
A rolling cacophony
Searching for silence

Whispers heard on stage
Their sorrows and dreams play on
Silhouettes of joy

Books, row upon row
Gentle soldiers of culture
Their words escape death

Billboards pass me by
Promising dreams for a price
Speed of traffic blurs

Heat of noonday sun
A stillness moves with the breeze
Thoughts darkened with time

Night air cool and calm
Clouds circle a shining moon
Exhale cares and woes

Awake but sleepy
A stretch, a groan starts the day
It’s only a dream

From the days of old
Grecian temple out of time
Wonders to explore

From royal drawers
Blast and knickers was the cry
Secrets now revealed

There once was silence
Nitrate flickered to times changed
Lights dimmed, words remain

A few words were said
Silence read from the pages
Truth can’t be hidden

Notes reverberate
Dancing upon live wires
Echoes of lost times

Heat of day released
Still air in twilight thickness
Cool darkness moves in

Woken in the night
Hushed voices heard, floorboards creak
Fuzzy mind races

CV, life’s story
Truth and nothing but the truth
Love reading fiction

A quiet Sunday
The sound of pages turning
Floating on the words

Searching memories
Photo album fills in gaps
Hidden, locked away

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The Sweet Scent of Spring

Dancing Upon Sunbeams

Early morning fog shrouds the forest in its silvery grip
Smokey tendrils rise up and swirl reaching for the light
Bare trees sway dripping morning dew like tears of joy
The sigh of a new day dawning echoes through the mist

The sun breaks through cascading its rays burning a path
Sunlight dances on the breeze drying all that it caresses
Swollen streams rushing ever onward yearning for release
Blackened leaves float, a remembrance of autumn past

Rustling of cherry blossoms and bird song fill the air
Flowers reaching upward glistening in morning light
Clouds ever shifting, battling for position overhead
Coolness of their creeping shadows felt as they pass

In an ever changing pattern grey clouds move in
Soon a bursting sun shower dampens the ground
With the rain gone the sun returns with its warmth
And a sweet scent of spring wafts through the air

Birds flutter from tree top to tree top basking in warmth
The sky clears; a deep blue canopy stretches forth above
A shining moon hovers in the sky as day and night equal
Butterflies dance on sunbeams announcing spring is here

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