i had the urge to write
about nothing, yes nothing,
except to say it is late,
and my lids are heavy now,
lights out, it is late,
Paper boats sail
on rainy nights….
Like childhood dreams.
And why is it that when I see those sunflowers
No amount of gloom and sadness can stay?
There are things that make our mundane life
a little brighter, a little chirper.
Like the sun, a friend’s hello, that little smile…
I was sad for awhile, then you came…..
What creative work has caught your heart, dear friend? Whatever they are, have you started pursuing them? What passion is there in your heart that needs birthing? Just like the rainbow, there could be a pot of gold at the end. Not necessarily riches in material things, but riches in joy and satisfaction at having created something .
~ 27 July 2013
Come Before Winter My Darling
Summer love is fun, so dreamy and romantic.
But when the object of summer love is gone, the cool autumn and the gloomy cold winter can be so lonely. This is a plea for someone to come back. It can also be someone reflecting on the seasons of life, especially when one’s winter of life is approaching.
I met you in summer
When days were long and warm
Autumn has come,
Just as you were gone.
Most leaves have turned brown
There’s a few more leaves to fall,
Come before winter my darling
And make me feel warm.
……..I’m still waiting.
Poem from my book The Forsaken Muse, a book of poetry & photography.