Poem – Page 11 – My Tales Within

I fit in. That’s a crime

I don’t belongBut I stayEvery nightEvery dayI am not wrongYet I changeUnnoticed That’s strangeI am not me it’s fine I fit inThat’s crimeI am happythey do sayEvery nightEvery day

The pot

A crackFrom a fallWidening deeperdisintegrating the potTill only mud remainedAnd then I knewMud it wasOnlyPot was builtBy two hands, Not onecrafted by care Bound by loveAnd it was builtNot bought

Beauty waits for the beholder

BeautyWaits for the eyesThat seesFor whenIt recognisesIt glowsthen ittruly becomesBeauty

My job is doneI am now to wither To merge with the soilAnd feed the netherFrom my nectar Will rise the nextDrawn to me They did the restMy colour is lostthat was me indeedI am not gleaming in the sunI am in the depths, buried I am withering awayYet I am completeI am not theContinue reading “I am the seed”

Bad dream

Have you ever had a bad dream, that wakes you up sweaty, and then it lingers in a fuzzy way? And scared to even fall asleep. So you stay awake… Staring at the dark…. Bad dreamPlays out Tormentsbehind the closed eyesCold Sweat on the browand a pounding heartThat almost diedWoke up relievedIt was unrealmade upContinue reading “Bad dream”

The painter up there

My first sight

I saw your splendourIn my first sight before dawnAnd my world glowed too

A different sky

A hopeful ray (a musette)

In skyA hopeful rayShines highWhite brushPainting the cloudsGrey blushSame rayBrings back the hopeEach day Yes, I wrote a Musette

Still, in the storm

In the storm, two leavesTossed around MercilesslyAfraid of chaosLonely, hurt and uncertainBlown away to the nowhere Then in a momentIn a miraculous actThey lock togetherSwirling and dancing as onestill, together, forever In the eye of stormSwirling melodiouslyThe storm meant no threatEverything stood still and watchedOnly Song they heard, not roar