When inanimate
walls and windows
speak volumes
Songs of sorrow
songs of joy
wrought in war
peace and love
Blue windows
tinted with time
can you hear
their silent rhymes?
When inanimate
walls and windows
speak volumes
Songs of sorrow
songs of joy
wrought in war
peace and love
Blue windows
tinted with time
can you hear
their silent rhymes?
Blooms delight
posed before
blue walls
Spring has come
into its fold
We live and grow
old while Roses also
Yield to times sickle
Blue walls witness
it all in their days
seasons come and go
sun rain and snow
we are roses that
bloom and are gone
so soon
Manicured
streets
promise
holy treats
See branches shrug
as if laden
like a Les Paul
on tired tour worn shoulders
sights grow colder
to some as they age yet
trees strive to reach tall
to the blue mirror ball sky
trees sigh silently
I guess as I lay my carcass
to rest
weary but willing to fly.
11:16 PM · Jan 4, 2022
Frosty wooden fingers
reach out
free from the burdens
of living leaves,
they can point in any
direction
I to recall thinking my
children grown
would leave me free to
roam,
but my roots are bound
here like a cold tree
while they go
roaming while I fret
10:12 PM · Jan 7, 2022
Streets in
winter
boughs hold snow
pretty lights
I think of nights
with no where
to sleep
cold hands
and feet
it is beautiful
maybe harsh
to see the world
from so far away
Winter seems so
cinematic
unreal to me
I feel so
disconnected
so so far away
10:37 PM · Jan 8, 2022
Blue paint on the wall
on a grey day
on a winter day
blue paint like oceans
deep or desert sky
no need
to ask why
blue paint on the wall
transports me
there in my blue
jean dreams
Deep blue my lovers
colours shine
like lapis lazuli
divine blue.
11:16 PM · Jan 22, 2022
I read that the Greeks
in ancient times
thought tortured souls
lived in bare trees
by this far off sea
I think it is a kindly
soul spirit dwells here
to give rest to a weary
bird and frame
the endless sky
It is kindness
to give a weary
bird rest
6:37 AM · Jan 18, 2022
Sepia tone gull
flies
the mountain sits
ominous
through the reflected
eye
we too are sealed
in time
in pixels or film
caught in mid
flight
forever in that moment
archived
filtered and tinted
by time.
3:12 AM · Jan 20, 2022
Bring the light
in a circle
to show the son
youngest
one
beloved boy
(now a man)
hearts shine
brightest
when we are
near
those we hold
so dear.