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A Reflective Valentine
Soft, the imprint of your soul on mine, like footprints in the melting snow; I try to hold your shape and sense your absent touch, your force, our past held in my ice, then forming pools. My heart...
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Blue Moon
The roses bloomed twice, and nobody noticed but you – who stole my heart. ———– For Chevrefeuille’s Tackle it Tuesday prompt. Filed under: haiku, Love poems, Poems
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Loneliness
Your fingers touching mine, as snow settles outside: I feel them still. ——- For haiku heights September challenge. Filed under: Favourites, haiku, Love poems, Poems
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I saw a fern leaf in a raindrop
I saw a fern leaf in a raindrop, that quivered as it touched the sun, and threw its sphere around the sky, then sighed, and fell. I saw the weather in a river, flowing eastwards with the evening; and...
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The unsaid goodbye
Rising to the surface of an empty lake, a single leaf like an unsaid goodbye, too late for autumn. Ripple-ringed dark waters, light-lost, strive to recall sun-splitting orange-gold days of October....
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At Baddesley Clinton
Through centuries of Octobers’ windless days; quiet leaf falls kiss and hold the ageing ground like hands, that bind the earth and lake; ancient lovers tired now, and still – recalling (not yet...
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Almost
It almost snowed this morning; odd flakes distracted in the air, like girls with secret crushes blushing in his sideways stare. I almost loved a woman; odd moments that connected, like snowflakes...
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A jelly baby
And what remains of love is this; a pack of jelly babes. “Give these to your mum,” he says, and turns away to shield his tears. Fifty four sweets are in that bag; one for each year of coloured days....
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When I say ‘I love you,’ now, we speak as trees in late summer, and whisper in September winds as the first leaves fall. When I say ‘I love you,’ now, we have seen the trucks collecting lambs and held...
View ArticleRegret (after Paul Éluard, ‘À peine défigurée’)
The lips don’t have to be yours to plunge me into sadness with a smile. Complete despair would be kinder, than these filaments of hope always wakening sadness. We moved on and said farewell, but you...
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