slowly drifting
across the sky
like fluffy white ships
on an endless journey
a dance of shapes
and shadows
they paint pictures
on a blue canvas
shifting and changing
with the wind
I could watch
them for hours
and never grow tired
of their ever changing beauty
how I love watching clouds move
photo by yours truly
memories linger
like whispers in the wind
faded photographs
and worn-out letters
echoes of laughter
and tears long gone
what’s left of the past
but fragments of time
a dusty attic
filled with forgotten treasures
mementos of love
and sorrow intertwined
the ghosts of yesterday
still haunt these walls
what’s left of the past
but echoes of life
when I listen carefully
I can hear birds talk
making fun of the way we walk
and discussing
the weather
they are all the same
these birds of a feather
my lavender
entertains the busy bees
whilst I observe
I’m on my knees…
as clouds gather round
ready to shed their tears
an old white cat
suddenly appears
living on borrowed time
he risks one more climb
stalking on a fence
with marginal suspense
Photo by yours truly
a cracked post
with a view
it stands alone
weathered and true
the scars of time
etched in its wood
a testament to the strength
it withstood
through years
of storms and winds
it remains steadfast
never rescinds
the view from atop
its weathered height
a panorama of beauty
a pure delight
Photo by Poetpas
yours truly
can be a bit unruly
thought provoking
till you’re choking
gasping for air
but I don’t care
my truth lies here
fair and square…
ever changing
intertwining
filling the sky
with art
or threat
only clouds
could be
this dramatic
but you’ve seen
nothing yet
Photo by moi
Photo by yours truly
when I put
my arms
around you
everything
falls into place
like pieces
of a puzzle
our bodies
become one
of grace…
come
to the dark side
with me
come
and have a coffee
with me
touched
by germs
urine
and fragments
of sperms
it confirms
it’s handled
by hands
that have been places
leaving traces
of whatnots
and whoknows
perhaps gross
live bacteria
on your hand
before you dine
in the cafeteria
in the quiet
of a humid night
a trolley stands
abandoned
and empty
a chariot of solitude
whilst a cat
with silent paws
on a damp surface
surveys the scene
his whiskers twitch
thinking:
“I’m hungry still;
life is a bitch…”
photo ~ Miran Rahim
like a beacon in the dark
a lamppost stands tall
in the night
casting shadows
on the ground
below
whilst a faded moon
watches
silently
from afar
~photo by yours truly
the sun
and a table
were able
to give you
the look
a summer’s day
a camera
and a moment
is all it took
she stood still
all alone
captured
by her phone
waiting for the bus
yet not in danger
I spotted
this headless stranger
~ photo by Lotta Iacobi
we were meandering
through the meadows
where the sun lit
the contours
of our loving shadows,
leading us into
the exciting unknown,
playfully teasing
for hours and hours,
guided by butterflies
eternal love
and the fragrance
of wild flowers
may early snowdrops
bring you love
delicate petals
pure as a dove
a promise of hope
a whisper of spring
they dance in the breeze
a most delicate thing
may they bring you love
pure and true
like snowdrops
fresh with morning dew
weathered and worn
memories torn
stories etched in grain
grooves that remain…
on your way
to me,
the one
you want to see
slightly
underdressed,
but I shall wait
for thee
“You’ve got an edge”
said the fork to the knife
and I want be at your side
for the rest of my life
Dear vitamine D,
can’t you see,
I need to stay
on top of thee
wobbly
wiggly
moving
table
never straight
unable
to stand still
unstable
sliding plates
dripping drinks
moving about
too much
me thinks
come lounge with me
I’ll have berry tea
join me now
or I’ll set you free
come lounge with me
where timeless elegance resides
there dwells a muse
adorned in grace and light
her every step
a whisper through the night
her skin
a canvas painted by the gods
each stroke imbued
with moonlight’s tender touch
enchanting as the ocean’s gentle hush
this queen of hearts
a cherished gem
a masterpiece this world adores
her stature dances
upon sophisticated shores
for she, the classic beauty
reigns supreme
with every glance
her spirit is conveyed
and all souls forever gleam
~photo of Kate Blanchett
side note: this is NOT about Kate
The photo I used is simply an example!
he gazed,
was surprisingly amazed
when he spotted
her beauty,
unspoiled
and fresh
whilst performing
his duty
he noticed
her intimate stare
the young damsel
laying bare
as she slipped
into heaven
peacefully
at 7 past 11
in a dim-lit room
where secrets lay
draped in whispers
where dreams sway
vague velvet red curtains
they adorn
veiling mysteries
yet to be reborn
like ember’s glow
their hue cascades
igniting passion
in clandestine shades
as tendrils of silk
embrace the air
soft and enticing
in a sensual affair
I got no time for romance
I’ve done it all before
I got no time for sweet talk
I’ve heard it all before
the butterflies are gone
but I still see them flying
and appreciate their colors
even tho I’m crying
Witty Words 