Started writing poetry again

... after a long time. It's a tentative beginning, but I went over some old notes and poems from quite a long time ago, and had the urge, so to speak. This is only a draft at the moment, I often amend, change lines, spacing - all sorts. The title however will be changed, when one feels right. But anyway here it is...

Somewhere, my love?

I know you, as you - I think - know me.
Sometimes when the morning throws a tumbling light
over my sheets
the imprint of your head
(it must be yours) on the white pillows
next to mine. Your light stroke
stirred me,
shoulder shivering at the touch.

At the middle of the day, under
the shade branches where sunlight
slats across, and the leaves
grow thickest -
I felt you there. Behind my sight or just
before it, your shadow for just a moment
breath playing
in that tender cleft behind my ear.

And evening, turning at my open door, everything
still, yet the honeysuckle
moved a little - it was you,
I know, brushing it aside, your hand
parting it's trembling green,
your head stooped down
closer to mine
as petals spilled,

the evening's silence
falling as always
into waiting night..

but yet, you never stepped inside.

March 2014 JAG

omg how beautiful...just like the author.

Thanks, D. [hug]

Aww, that's a nice one, jag. <3

Thanks. Glad you liked it!

Love the poem Jags
Glad you started writing again.

Wow!

express123 said:

Wow!

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Glad you liked it. I have already made a couple of little tweaks...

lovely, one could have guessed the talent already just from the posts

"I felt you there. Behind my sight or just
before it, your shadow for just a moment
breath playing
in that tender cleft behind my ear."

:my: favorite

^Thanks beautiful Peaches.

Thanks perhaps-not-quite-so-Indifferent

It's so beautiful...... Almost transcendent......

AliceInWonderLand said:

It's so beautiful...... Almost transcendent......

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Thanks AiW. The poem grew from an idea that I had some years ago of writing to my soul mate ... someone I hadn't met then, and still haven't I met dig out the first one I wrote to this person, and post it. It was in a different vein, much lighter.

I'm so inspired, hmmmm, let's see....

The roses are dead,
The violets are too,
It's been a long f'ing winter,
So what's new....

I'm amazing

WildernessWildChild said:

I'm so inspired, hmmmm, let's see....

The roses are dead,
The violets are too,
It's been a long f'ing winter,
So what's new....

I'm amazing

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You are amazingly something, I am sure of that.

Very beautiful.

What a beautiful poem ! I wish I could write like you.

^^Thank you guys.

Sunday 30th March is Mother's Day in the UK this year. So this poem is

For my Mum..

Who 'knew me better than I knew myself,'
and said she didn't understand me at all.
Who would say 'well, why not have some nice toast?'
If I was hungry but didn't know what to eat.
Who always said that I could laugh in one eye,
and cry in the other eye at the same time.
Who would walk with me for miles in the evening,
so we could talk about what was on my mind.
Who called me 'little fairy moonbeam,' and said
'if you are so bored, why not tidy your room?'
Who would dream of the house she would have
when we won millions on the lottery.
Who as a kid once pushed her little sister into a ditch,
because she was wearing a new pretty dress.
Who told people she once worked as a stripper
(in a tobacco factory stripping the leaves).
Who would say 'don't upset your father,
because he only takes it out on me.'
Who stayed in a job that dragged her down,
so I could stay on at school.
Whose favorite meal was always
double egg (without crispy edges) and chips.
Who would scream and dash out of the room
if there were snakes on the TV.
Whose hands were always hardworking, then
white as a lady's because she was ill.
Who never seemed to get older,
and suddenly, shockingly, was.
Who at the end was herself
only in flashes, soon gone.
Who isn't here any more.
Who is always with me.

A beautiful piece of poetry for your mum