From Paper To Book, From Thought To Ink
A place where I post my poetry
BED OF FEATHERS
June
I don’t like to hear the birds
Sing in May
It reminds me of the gone
My lonely graveyard
Easily forgotten
Fair bones to stare at
Faces, white
Laughs, they’re only teeth
I welcome them in June
Warm nights and mysterious bringings..
Sounds
Sounds on the wind
The Zephyr, softly touching
Golden aeolian sand
A dog barking
Enjoying his stroll
Girls.. laughter
Dancing in the snow
Knowing innocence will be heard
Cars driving, day after day
What is their end
Cars riding,
Waves of sounds
A plane with people
High in the sky
See You In Autumn
I’ll see you in Autumn
When the days are short and the nights long
Filled with words
To pick them out of the cold evening air
The air so thick, clouds packed with thoughts
The memories of Poe and Frost, so close by
Where are you, my Sylvia, Emmy and my gliding Lizzy
The smell of fallen leaves
Creating mountains to ascend
Poetry is about tone, every word has a character, poetry is about, to find the right words, to create a harmony.
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Far away sounds Echo’s from the past Watching footbal Cheering people The greens, the pitch Not only silence To find the green in the garden To search for it The stillness of faces The wood of the coffins Abandoned streets We read, ‘closed signs’ Distance seems the only word On everyone’s lips In all are…
Bed of Feathers
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