Plasticine

Poetry

#octpowrimo #acrostic #people #life

Salford 14th October 2018

People

Look quite solid, when we are born

As we grow up, things change

Shaped by our elders, our teachers, our friends

Then formed by experience

In time, a degree of fluidity comes into play

Creativity, expression, emotion and love

Inscribed onto our characters and

New relationships…creating new

Experiences

Dancing on Air

Life, Memories, Poetry, Schooldays

#octpowrimo

Salford , 10th October 2018

I don’t remember exactly

When my clumbersome feet

Felt lighter than a feather

Perhaps it was walking across fields of flowers

Or watching the squirrels In the local park,

Rolling around in the mounds of freshly cut grass

Or maybe, it was the taste of strawberries in winter,

Hiding away in a little fruit tartlet

Or at most, the moment at that high school dance

Where the girl I had an eye on gave me half a chance

Moments now scattered in the mind, here and there

Moments I was literally dancing on air

Moments of madness

Poetry

#octpowrimo #obsession #love #madness

Was it the time we first met

That you settled your image in my head

Captivated by those eyes like jewels

And the engaging scent of a summer morning in winter

Your voice is everywhere…even in the silence

And my head turns round, to even the slightest image of you

Could you call it obsession ?

I’d call it possession

For everywhere I look

You’re there

You’ve taken my heart, without need of a knife

And somehow become a part of my life

Pink Carnation

Colours, Flowers, Garden, Growing up, Poetry, Romance, Romantic, Schooldays

#Coloryourworld #cyw #pinkcarnation #acrostic #pinks #flower

11th April 2017

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Could it be

A reason why I never can forget you

Real beauty – enveloped in a dress the colour of that flower

Never forgotten that spring night after

An attempt to grab your attention

Tomorrow, they say – is another day, but

I can’t get the vision of your smile from my head

One day – the fairytale might come true, but its

Noted you’re wearing that flower tonight

 

Missing You

Life, Poetry, Romance, Romantic, writing

Missing

I sit here, writing
all alone
waiting for your
exquisite tones
Hoping that you
will
throw me a bone…
because i miss you

We parted,
on good terms
but separate ways
and as the hours turned into days
I wondered why you went away
because i miss you

Where did you go?
Where did you fly?
through the stars or a place nearby
I’d search the valleys, go the furthest mile
all to see that beautiful smile

But still there’s more, My heart won’t take
any more of this – it might just break.
Perhaps, one day, you might think to see
of one day, take a walk with me.

Not asking for your liberty,
just a talk – a dance – some tea
and if you worry where this will end
I’m happy with – “lets just be friends”

Gone off Radar – Plain to see
I Miss You Do You Miss Me?