Tag Archives: short poetry

Stormy

I know little and understand less.

As for you,
I would be wind
Racing across the lake,
Changing light’s play on the surface.
I would be breath
Rolling over the shore,
Brushing worry into smooth, soft beds.

I am a brief storm; you are a brilliant stone.
I am impulse; you are permanence.

This is my romance:
Selfish, self-sacrificing.

You are another tempest.
Ancient and heavy, I am shelter from the whirlwind.

I understand so little and know so much.
We are storm and stone, wind and waves.
A gray day is ours for dancing.

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Various

A new life, a new world
Or a mirror of one I have known

We are children playing at the lives of adults
Waiting for our turn to live

Words, words, wods
Thank-you, Hello, The flash of a smile
A mask without a player

So anyway, what was it you said
When I was gone
Or were you talking to someone else
It’s not polite
But you, miss, are no lady.

(c) 2006

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