Poetry Blogs (Dec 2015, Love)
From Emperor to Vampire, journeying through to final place of amoral monk.
Dwelling in ruined fort, a habitual sin of retired idleness. Momentary contemplations
to follow the birds south, he spends his days tending a garden of lilies in the desert.
Holding his demon captive for too long without his hands, she now writhes naked
and tied to column of penitent temple. Tresses burnt...
Thursday 31st December 2015 1:50 pm
Loneliness breeds sadness.
Like an illness it spreads,
takes ones breath away,
grips ones heart,
in a strangling knot
An apparition of love
appears to soothe and comfort,
but as it evaporates and is gone,
a wave of emptiness takes it's place.
A look, a gesture, seems to offer love,
but it is only a memory,
Wednesday 30th December 2015 11:22 am
How’ve you been? Can I stay here for a bit?
I thought we could sit here and talk for hours
About how we used to be so in love
And all of the things we were going to do.
I can feel you in my heart
It’s beating out of time
This love used to be our home
But it’s time for us to move on
It's been hard for me sleep
And my senses are not functioning right
But I'm g...
Tuesday 29th December 2015 12:13 am
You must know
Life is not a show
You go up, you go down
But stop acting like a clown
You may pretend you don't care
Anyway you know what we share
Every time we both meet
We're falling in love a little bit
I do love you but never said
I'll still be like a shade
Will be watching all your moves
One day you'll see it proves
That the one from the past
Was always first to give help fa...
Monday 28th December 2015 8:05 am
Thanks, I realized who are you
But before my heart grew
Full of love and deep desire
They could feel between us a fire
I was with you dear always
And really, I had no holidays
Hospital could be my second home
Didn't stop me even a storm
After all I did for you
I get words but only few
That was fair enough
To see the real stuff
The real truth knocked me off my feet
Monday 28th December 2015 7:59 am
From a glass of Cote du Rhone,
Stemmed from your place of birth,
Or a framboise tart –
The taste of salads
And hummus garlic that stains your breath
That I so dread to kiss -
I know you have to put up with my nicotine lips,
But it’s me that does all the moaning.
So easily pleased by life’s gentle moments,
When for me it isn’t enough to savour,
Wednesday 23rd December 2015 10:38 pm
An old love that changes and deepens.
An old love that fits like a glove;
rather saggy and stretched, creased and worn but comfortable and strong:
always there, always caring, always true.
Laughter follows you around and fills the void in me.
Your love pours out and over flows into the cracks in my soul.
Your friendship is a safety net strung below me as I tip toe over life's roo...
Saturday 19th December 2015 11:43 pm
Our hotel - a hermetically sealed bubble of glass,
concrete and polished floors,
is chilly and anonymous.
But as dawn blossoms quietly
we approach the Jewel of Agra.
A grieving husband remembers
with a monument to love:
the Taj Mahal.
It radiates a powerful aura of peace,
delicate and glowing
in the silver light.
Birds flit across the roof
and I stand,
Saturday 19th December 2015 11:05 pm
December morning awakens for another day
As the snows begin to fall down from the heavens
And you’re standing there in the cold
Catching snowflakes on your tongue.
I don’t mind the deep white snow
Because it covers up my insecurities
Hides my human frailties
And freezes away my fears.
Yet, I can’t help but feel a certain warmth when I’m around you.
A type of warmth that helps let’s go of ...
Saturday 19th December 2015 6:31 pm
It's a quiet night
a quiet night at the telescope
an eye on things
all that's unfolded, all that is done
The moment shivers
as December's knifing breath sinks deep
and weather's long sigh
the only sound in all this silence
The whole sky
looks straight into my eye
The whole of space
has it's magnifying glass to my eye
searching for something
Thursday 17th December 2015 1:22 pm
The head of a rose
dry and broken
like a soft word spoken
which was not heard.
The head of a rose
petals close together
intense love held forever
which was not seen.
The head of a rose
leaves are tattered
a life lies scattered
which was not known.
© Katypoetess 2015
Sunday 13th December 2015 8:54 pm
I want to be alone,
but only within my family.
I want to to teach you
but only with him too.
I want to help myself
but only if you help me.
I want to be confident
but only if you are there.
I want to be creative
but only if you allow me.
I want to be a parent
but only if I’m parented.
I want to be an adult
but only if I can be a child.
I want to feel emotions
but only if you hold me...
Thursday 3rd December 2015 3:26 pm