Category Archives: poetry

The sky and you

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when the sky is on fire

when blue clouds serenade the mountains

when rain clouds send raindrops falling

when the rainbow arches over the sky

in a myriad of colors

I see you in all the hues of the sky

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Photo from: https://www.deviantart.com/killforhire07/art/sunrise-16904040

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A forever young and free heart

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I’m flying to the moon
Where love cannot find me
Where my heart will remain
forever young and free
In the light of shimmering glee

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When I Am Gone

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When my soul leaves my body and this life sets me free,
deep in the forest is where I will be.

Take up my ashes and go grab some seed,
make it some seed from a large apple tree.

Find you a spot where the sun hits the ground,
dig a small hole and there lay me down.

Cover me up right there with a seed,
let’s see if together we can’t grow a tree.

Regardless or not if a tree ever grows,
I’m deep in the forest where I wanted to go.

You carried me there and then set me free.
To tell you the truth that’s heaven to me,
deep in the forest among all the trees.
Carried by people I loved and loved me.

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Thinking of You

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When I’m alone
In the dark
I wonder what
Dreams you’re dreaming
What adventures you’re having
Where is your soul roaming
We are so close
So wondrously close
You and I
That even thousands of miles
Away I think
If I blow you a kiss
You’ll feel it
I smile while I wait
Alone in the dark

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Spinning Motion

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I hate this spinning
motion
that spawns in my chest
and spreads
to every
bit of my
body
that ends in each inch
spinning in different
directions
to where I can’t figure
if my feet are up
or sideways
if my heart is thumping
or stopping
if this world is a
vacuum
because there is
no
air
no
sound
and I am
scared

(An old poem)

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How do I?

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How do I fix the hole in my heart?

 Some days hurt more than others.

 Sometimes I even forget, for a moment…

 And then, like a natural disaster, my world falls apart.

 A sound, a smell, a song, a memory and I’m missing you.

 Reality hits. Every piece of my puzzle is rocked to its core.

I’m just now a human shell,

Cold and empty

(an old poem I wrote years ago)