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The last breath on 2010
Breathes down upon my neck
The last sunshine
Lies etched on the inside of my eyelids
The last thought
Is of writing
The last dream
Is of a bridge to sanity
The last wish
Is to be alive tomorrow
Fall
Fall
Like these waters
Fall
Stumble down from up above
Fall
Trip on your lace and let go
Fall
For in so doing you connect with nature
Fall
Let words scramble out of your mouth
Fall
Let emotions spill from your heart
Fall
May reason overflow from your conscience
Fall
And raise to show them all you learnt
Just
Fall
Open up your head and see
Fall
Learn to love without holding back
Fall
Take a moment to catch your breath
Fall
Let someone else show you they care
Fall
Hurt not your back, but just your stance
Fall
Close your eyes and see the light
Fall
And see the world from down below
Fall
Rage
Black water rises
Mountains scar the skylines ;far
Birds dot the air above
Only a night
For only a night
I want to be mythical
A unicorn who saves the princess
A vampire who turns human
A werewolf who is blessed
A nymph
An elf
For a night
I want to experience newness
Be surreal
Borderline crazy
Let go of inhibitions
Breaking rules
Hurting no one
The morning after
I want to be whole
Just as I was before
Only newer
See life more magically
Savour moments experienced
Give thanks for blessings bestowed
But for a night
I want to change
From old to new
Also written for Carry on Tuesday prompt #85
Weight of my blink
Slowly,upward move
Teasing the mind
With calculated moves
Awakening senses
So long ignored
Tantalizing them
Making them rouse
Senses battle to see who wins
Feels
Smells
Hears
Tastes
Nothing but air
Sensually aroused
By the flutter of the hair
On the lids
Of the eyes
Thunderous sound
Of the meeting in between
Battle stops
As the eye blinks
Charity
Swing past them all, not.
Simple breathing makes it easier
Let go of the hold
Also written for Haiku Heights
Children of the river
Bodies nude
By the roadside river
Kicks and punches as we all look on
Different sizes
Dangling
Precariously
On edge
Swim
Is their favorite pastime
School is closed
So are books
Rules are broken
Christmas is here
They see us
Maybe they don’t
No one speaks
No one looks away
Maybe we wish
We were like them
Free of worry
Free to indulge
Children of the river
Have fun in the sun
No beaches
No sand
Just the riverbank
Dressed up with strewn clothes
From the boys in the muddy water
Children of the river
Is what they are
Poetry potluck – celebrations and festivities
Loud stare
He
Swings past me
Eyes darting across my face
Mine meet his
We stop all time and swim in space
He sees my heart
I see his eyes
They are brown
He walks past
Am grateful
I cry
Image via Wikipedia
A cinquain for the perfect poet award
loaded
with sleep and tears
eyelids heavy,halfway meeting
constant slow blink of tired brown muscles
I cry
Teardrop
salty diamond
clearly show the black
cleanses foul motions of energy
drops
Acceptance poem (s) for the honor. Thanks Jingle, I nominate Trisha
