Poetry

When a pinkish-purple dawn breaks o’er my land dribbling down to kiss the heather laden braes the misty wraiths swirl, clinging to the peat hags the wind sighs, caresses and murmurs for days Ruffling the heather stalks, it soughs past, it lags An enamoured lover it whispers and croons billowing …

I’m Lost like A forgotten melody In The backyard Of my hometown Wandering The lanes Of my childhood. Nostalgic, My heart, Reminisces and remembers My Nonage spent In these environs. Wasn’t It meant To last forever? Now, The fields Stand silent, bare. The Streets are Lonely and uncluttered. The Children, …

O mi amore Come to me when dusk embraces the night Wantonly, on lubricious feet

That space in my soul The one that I guarded with All the beats of my heart How did you learn of it?   You, with your lopsided grin And the scattered salt pepper Of your grisly stubble Burrowed your way in somehow   I never let my guard down …

  Do you Peek into me when I peek into you? Do you Look at me when I look at you? Do you?   Tell me, what do you see?   A crumpled visage, Like the last cookie in the jar Guarding the vestiges of A faded youth within a …

This poem is a traditional ballad in the AABC rhyme scheme   O gust of wind blowing through this land Take a message, this letter from my hand Take it; carry it forth to my one true love The one who waits for my return at dusk   Rage if …

… I love thee With every ounce of my being With every thought in my conscious With every breath that I inhale I feel the pang of our separation. Yes, I love thee.   …I love thee When the orb of the night ascends I pin my hopes, tack them …

  The muted sounds of yesterday Are no longer silent I hear them over the somber Veil of the day The chirps, the caws and the cheeps Are all clamoring For their share of my attention   Am I not their mother? Do only humans have a lien over me? …

I have stood for many moons Under the starlit, spangled heavens Delving into the mysteries of the sea. I have stood for many suns Under the golden, warm sky Deciphering the enigmas of the universe. Bobbing on the deep blue, Swaying to the murmurs of the wind I have ridden …

My dear… Do I miss you? Ah, that is an understatement. Does the dawn miss its dusk? Is the moon complete without the stars? Yes, it is sacrilege to ask, ‘Do I miss you?’ I wish… I had valued you more when I had you. Had I done that, mayhap, …