Spontaneous Poems

The leaving was easier than I’d thought
slow and gentle as sleep and dream
Your eyes alight- what sight they’d caught
In death’s release to life's bright stream?

Good writing, aidan.

thank you Edgar.

I shot an error into cyberspace.
It languished - shame and disgrace -
Forever it lingered, in sight,
Just some malingering blight.

I've reached a point of balance in my soul.
I know I cannot have my love,
But now, with no daisy torture game
To tear me to the heart
I find I can be part of that fabric which is love
And wish him well.

Partake of that universal
Caring which links us all,
Acknowledge my human need
Without dredging out the depths
In wanting. Weary, weary wanting.

It's a form of greed.

My silly psyche,
In building up false hope,
Very nearly levelled me.

It's not that I engaged in jealousy
But confusion, turmoil.
The alternate storyline,
Made me dizzy.
My endogenous disorienting drug,
And never knowing where the truth might be.

Good writing, as always.

Thank you, Edgar.

I say so, too.

(G'day, spike. )

G'day msolga

I've just read your birthday thread. Sorry I missed it.

A smell, a spell of weather
Just the same
And there she lies.
My mother, withered
Shrivelled in her bed.
Though long years lost,
I see her still

At cricket with the kids.
In crosswords sunk.
Exchanging cross words
With some old drunk.
Indomitably defending what she held
Most dear. Unending
Stacks of books and no clear
Space to sit or swing a cat.
Cheerful, brave, alert
And independent. Fat
As butter, fit as a cricket.
At seventy, relegated
To wicket-keeper.
Lack-of- sleep-er
Through the World Cup season.
November makes me sad.
She’s the reason.

(not to worry about missing my birthday, spike. When's yours?)

Lovely poem about your mother.
I really like it.

these tears they sound like rain
the storm was gone
then you played your game
the tears came back
the storm at full force
never easy, second time around the same
these tears they sound like rain
falling from sorrow filled eyes

The prodigal poet returns. A powerful bit of poetry you have here. I'm glad I didn't go to sleep when I planned to go to bed.

Hope your job isn't too much of a soul crusher. And hope life is treating you well.

seed. Greetings.

Thanks Tsar. And hello Edgar.

These tears feel like rain failing from the sky
an endless storm of emotions raging war
flooding my heart one broken piece at a time
drowning the happiness that is my persona

can a dream in a jar
stay alive like a scar
fraid to open up to see

and a face fade away
beyond one fatal day
fraid to close my eyes to see

Things will never be the same
I never expected them to honestly
Time has changed you
As the years have changed me
I have to say good bye one more time
But at least I got to say hello

Sometimes I wish that I could paint.
When photography
Would likely show my sea
As just another sea
Paint would possibly reveal
The power packed in every cresting wave
And all the raw unstinted comfort there
If I could wield it well.

But my skillset, lacking
Would undoubtedly conceal
The grandeur of the Point
Glowing through the fog.
My paint on paper capture
Look more like a log
In kiddy-blue waters
Fringed with fluffy waves.

Thanks for reviving the thread.

I forgot to be there when we crossed 100,000 hits.