between words
lurk
unspoken thoughts
between
his stutters
a world
between
the flowers
flight paths
between mosquito
contrails
irritation
between
the toes
fields of wonder
between
two hearts
joie de vivre
between
two hands
creation claps
I move along
the ground, balancing on each
leg in turn.
On golden stalks
ripening seeds catch the wind
in a thoroughfare,
I am arrested,
compelled to stop and listen
with my eyes,
I hear sounds,
traffic in the shopping strip,
punctuated white noise,
I have walked
here many times catching light,
imagining noir scenes,
the warehouse arches
its rusty corrugated iron back
into blue sky,
I venture closer,
there is a surprising absence
of human voices
and no graffiti
shouting from the rendered walls
stained with decades.
A drainpipe slithers
breaking it into almost halves,
balance is precarious.
Poetic inspiration: dVerse- FormForAll: La Lune (Collum) w/ Semaphore
A candle burns
an orange glow
ancestors congregate
with love
remembered
>>>>>>>>>>
The veil thins
the moon beams
content
>>>>>>>>>>
From the edge
a solstice
calls
>>>>>>>>>>
Symmetry
in sentient life
two hands clap
>>>>>>>>>>
You stand
where the sky
kisses the earth
>>>>>>>>>>
An aquifer
flows through the rift
seeping life
>>>>>>>>>>
Past dissolves
future looms
pre illusions
____________
watching the moon
sparkling cold
steps in puddles
____________
Mournful curlew
serenades the moon
clouds gather in a ring
____________
Clear night spreads
a cosy chill without
within warm hearts beat
____________
A package
bird brooch
a CD of road songs
and a kestrel feather
precious memento
______________
watching the moon
sparkling cold
steps in puddles
_____________
haiku guides
roadblocks
of the mind
___________
Clear night spreads
a cosy chill without
within warm hearts beat
_____________
Under
the umbrella tree
two deck chairs
fresh green tea
teahouse open
sickle moons
reflected in glass
their eyes lock
~~~~~
winter train
fleeting landscapes hail
they lock hands
~~~~~
under
the umbrella tree
two deck chairs
fresh green tea
teahouse open
above a cemetery
a crescent moon
a fox climbs a tree
cloudless night
dreams fly
in the jetstream
dust moats
fandango
in my reading light
_________
Night whispers love
across the sky
morning blushes
_________
I stretch
the old book spine
cracks in half
_________
Wind chimes stir
birds startle
moon mirrors silent
_________
Sun sets
behind the ocean
a wet peach
_________
occluded moonlight
caught in a stone
framed in silver
_________
no silver coins in ponds
the wind billows
her kimono
_________
Blue stone cobbles
singular footfalls
detection afoot
_________
The moon admires
reflections
in bedraggled streets
_________
For
Well worn path
split melon halves
a snail’s silver gleams
_________
Sunny afternoon
slanted rays winking
traffic hums
_________
Silver patterned clouds
float on charcoal velvet
light shines through the holes
_________
Door mat dreams
flying carpet
in the draught
_________
Street lights
tickle the moon
splashing in puddles
________
Words escape
moon doesn’t blink
in silence
________
Watching thoughts flow
across the surface of the moon
my feet are cold
through
the glass
brightly
they left
wearing
monochrome red
night wind
fingers
drops of rain
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