A few small rooms

We sit beneath 

The gold of the wattle tree

Taking rest

By the mud infused dam

We were told

She was a wandering spirit

Moved by the flow

Of our love

And like breath

                 

               We hold onto it

Giving up the resolution

I sit at your old desk
I drain the ink from your pens
Trying to think your thoughts
And step where you walked
I shift the date and turn over the past
I fold you among my piles of paper
And hide you in the mess of my scribbled notes
You are here

My Bird

As soon as you commit yourself to a challenge another comes your way, so writing a poem each day for the month of April was put on hold when my brother was suddenly admitted to hospital....

So I dedicate this one to my brother.....

MY BIRD

caged wings fly inward
fluttering dreams float downward
the heart craves outward

fickle moments of love

the constant
the storms
the trouble
your blue of blues
the loop
the dives
the wanted
your done is well
the loom
the worry
the surrender
your tracks are marked
the beneath
the silence
the slaughter
your presence

Poem 2, day 3 ~ When it seems to Grow

for my birthday
you ran your fingers
though my hair
never understanding
why the world
stopped
never understanding
why your laugh
still played in my ear
beckoning
me to dance
desperate, not letting me
go

Poetry Month....Luka Lesson sets my challenge

Luka Lesson, reminds me on this early morning when I'm feeling at my least creative, that April is poetry month.  He has set the challenge to write a poem every day for this month....I will accept the challenge...

CAUGHT ON THE NAIL

the lump in my throat
holds your gaze
heavy on my face
there are words
you cant move

check Luka out at the below....he is one talented inspiring gem...thanks Luka....

http://lukalesson.org

https://mobile.twitter.com/LukaLesson

don't disappoint

im as helpless
and hopeless
as the feather
on the river
that runs through
my childhood
that can't
make it to
the other side