Category: Twitter Poems

She sings quiet songs
Twirls red wine in a glass
In the long evening
Out on the veranda.

The humidity tonight
sticks my shirt to my skin,
the clouds threaten rain,
some promise of relief,
but the water does not come.

Like the waves upon the shore
ceaseless are the cares and worries
that crowd the day,
ceaseless are the demands of children
to be moulded like the potters clay.

A solitary figure,
he guards the shore
from the invading
white waves,
makes his plans,
stands alone.

Today the slow drizzling rain
Painted the bush a brighter green
And put a new song in its heart
So that every leaf
And every branch
And every trunk
Sung for joy

And we are hushed before them,
the stars, we are bowed to their form
and our hands, in vain, reach out
to hold just one.

We dream in the soft
silence of the stars that surround us,
each molecule of our breath
a mere speck in the Milky Way

They sing of a love unknown,
they fall to the earth
on a path of light
but we never see where they land.

The day slipped by
unaware that it
would have been his birthday
and had he been here,
we would have talked on the phone
had he not long since hung up
the receiver.

We are marked by the stars,
our hearts held
in their glorious sweep
across the black sky.