Poetry Blogs (mysterious)
The Turning Of The Tide
… and the ocean’s spoke
in a voice of wrath and anger
that sounded like dark pebbles
rolling towards the shore
in a blood red tide,
‘You have given us your detritus
and so we return yours’.
And their tone
and their vengeance swift…
It started on a sunny day
with naked bodies basking
in warm August sun.
Saturday 13th April 2019 5:49 pm
An innocuous, yet mysterious woman walks into the local bar. She approaches the Bartender and says in a flat tone, “Water please.”
She is around 5 feet tall. She has long, dark, slightly stringy hair. Her eyes are very dark, almost black. Her clothes are old and worn.
He says, “Honey this is no place for you. You should go back where you came from.” A man taps her on the shoulder and ask, “H...
Tuesday 21st August 2018 12:35 am
I am an artist of words,
an archer of the woods.
A constellation of the brightest stars.
An adventurous being,
with dreams that follow the galaxies.
I seek only wonders,
I seek only peace.
Not mistake me as an ordinary piece.
My arrow strikes in the souls of others.
It does not have an aim but it follows,
it stays inside like a deep wound.
It does not break, it just gets stuck.
Sunday 4th June 2017 4:39 pm
Night my heart desired tight-knit And baggy in anticipation .............
Saturday 23rd April 2016 9:57 am
Friday 8th April 2016 12:43 pm
Wednesday 6th March 2013 8:19 pm
Ghost dancing through the night so haunting and so mystical,
ghosts are all around you if you know where to look.
Mysterious ghost ships sail on dark eternal seas forever and ever.
Ghostly figures prance through the dark slender trees on a Winters’
Maybe one day we too will be ghosts if we die in the right way
but now we can n...
Tuesday 20th September 2011 1:15 pm