Category: Twitter Poems

Speak your words,
hold their hearts
with your eyes,
three times
watch the moon rise
and wane
and hold the line
until you speak again.

Here we are in the breath of the wind
jostled by tumbling clouds
banging on the side of the mountain;
here we are at the end of the day on the road,
sitting on the deck watching the town lights
dancing on the lake.

I’m driving beneath
a warm, pastel sky,
singing the joy
of a road trip
that has no destination
except the distance
that is never too far.

Pearls trampled in the weariness
of disappointment are sullied
like the promise unfulfilled;
oh give me water, give me wine,
let me hear you speak the promise
dear friends of mine.

lay aside your heart
in all things,
he said,
for unless you do
it will break beyond repair.

They turned a blind eye
to the killings,
then the blind eye,
in turn,
turned on them.

When all things are done
there is one more yet to do,
the band plays one more song
the surfer rides one more wave,
the old man was once his son.

The moon is best seen at night
and she smiled at the mirror
and his arms they held her tight,
she looked through the hole in the wall
everything going to be alright.

She knocked a hole in the wall
and the room flooded in light,
I’m changing the way I live, said she,
I’m taking the darkness out of the night.

He clung to my back in the ocean
as we dived beneath the wave
and tried to swim under the water
to see how far we could go.
We both came up spluttering
and laughing he said to me,
I think if I rode on the back of God
I would get further under the sea.