Autumn years, red-amber hued
Slow passing hours, quiet thought
Gentle emotions, guilt imbued
Of things achieved, but others aught
Tag Archives: Feelings
If not this, what?
The rising sun and beating heart
Embracing lovers, soon to part
A furry friend, a solid rock
Hands marking time upon a clock
Tasting coffee, fresh from the bean
A peaceful moonlit landscape scene
Violent storm-tossed crashing seas
Gently humming honey bees
Are these and more as they seem to be,
If we each experience them differently?
Is life a dream, or is it real?
Do we know the answer, because we feel?
A Brief History of Love
Seeing; liking; desiring;
talking; longing;
knowing; loving; living;
losing; hurting; mourning;
accepting.
Judge and Jury
If I am right to write
Of things I know
And shine a light
On what I show
Who will then find
These things not wrong
But judge them kind
For my swan song
Never
A land of ageless boys, pirates and fairies
A vow between husband and wife
A resolution for the brand-new year
The chance to re-do this life
Two Too Many
Alone, I marshal my thoughts, without hindrance or distraction
Singly, I right the world’s wrongs, bringing order to chaos
Selfishly, I revel in the lack of contradiction
Separately, I pine for company
Together, I need to fit in.
The Cusp
That single point in time
Remember?
The one that defined us
Setting the course of our futures
If you could
Would you change it?
Might things have been better?
Or Just different?
If that particular sleeping dog
Was wakened
Skin Deep
When you look at me
There’s so much you can’t see
Like the roots of a tree
Or an iceberg at sea
Don’t take by mistake
The ripples on a lake
For a passing boat’s wake
But the coming earthquake
For all that I am
Much more than this sham
Now quiet as a lamb
Could burst like a dam.
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