Poetry Blogs (2019, poem by chris laverty)
A butterfly I thought I saw -
with snow-like wings the field explore;
the smiling grass you flitted on -
your fragile beauty caught my eye -
I then gave chase – with longing sigh -
but blinked then looked – and you were gone.
A spider in its place I found -
poised motionless; beneath – around -
was spread your soft, alluring web,
which with a thousand charms was wro...
Sunday 22nd September 2019 12:01 am
England – I never thought I'd feel
need for your damp and cooler days;
abroad I roam yet wish to steal
from tiring rays.
Empty these southern climes now seem;
empty the sun, the sea, the leisure,
the passing souls. This former dream
brings no more pleasure.
These shedding leaves announce September -
the birds depart - I wish to part.
Monday 16th September 2019 9:41 pm
Ever brush away the sleep
that around the mind may creep -
not the one of lunar hours
when it flies to airy towers,
but the slumbers oft that steal
over waking eyes they seal -
steathly elf that leads it stray,
blind to high delights of day.
As the treasures of the mind
need we seek not far to find -
for in forest, field or hill,
native glows will senses fill...
Thursday 6th June 2019 10:27 pm
The sultry day is panting low,
sweet whisperings the breezes blow;
your dew drops glisten in the sun,
swelling with kisses – then - you run -
a crack in the sky - lightning strikes
all of nature's put to terror -
a rain of daggers - flashing eyes -
eyes fixed with a burning blood -
silent the trees now empty lie,
shaken they stand and know not why;
the peeping buds st...
Wednesday 5th June 2019 11:14 am
Spirited upon your wings
realms enchanted drinking brings,
with a taste the sportive elf
glint-eyed lures me from myself,
piping notes on which I flee
far from daily drudgery.
Vintages from caverns cool
cheer both inner sage and fool -
sooth the spirit's civil strife,
nature's binding blood of life:
reds reflective, deep, demure,
weaving warming myths of fur;...
Monday 27th May 2019 7:25 pm
If beauty be a tingling taste of terror -
drink not too deep; for he who tempted delves
in the beyond - may see a place in error
where unimagined horrors find themselves.
A statue once there was – serene its face,
though round it one traced pain - the eyes
were fixed and riveted – a dreadful place
they spoke of - where the weight of ages lies.
His soul was a mosaic incomple...
Friday 17th May 2019 10:29 am