I catch waves
in-between fingers
hit the ground
like my thoughts
soaking into heated sand
they evaporate
©jmtacken Jan 2014
I haven’t played with forms for a long time ~ thought I would try one now and then.
Shadorma is a Spanish 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable lines respectively.
Photo Credit: kezzi-rose.deviantart.com
moments
at times
coloured lives existing
can be
bleached
we step translucent
disinterested
chromaticity dissolves
fading inwardly
ghost-like through days
stretching
hoping
colours will return
our days
immutable
mountains not trekked
solitude silence
along singular paths
we step with longing
lingering
hoping for
rainbows
to emerge from our
darkest
moments
be brave for
they will
strength gained
to feel a better way
without shadows
beyond what you
felt today
Copyright JMTacken Jan 2014
A breeze snake weaves
between leafy branches
I sit despondent
~ flies buzz
leaves rustle against pavers
other worlds are cold iced
sun that lightens a dreary day
does not this time
~ birds sing, dogs in distance bark
tired
tired of sympathy calling
jaded as the dry weeds in garden bed
calling to be plucked
I have no strength
today
pieces taken from me ~ bit by bit
I am not whole but crumbling
foundations breaking
exhausted
spread to thin like
butter across a slice of bread
©jmtacken Jan 2014
I must apologise for not catching up on those I follow, reading and commenting. I am trying, but if I miss out on some of your posts, I hope you will understand.
I am slightly drained of late, hopefully soon I will return. For now, I need to write
to get out what is in my head.
Ramblings From A Mum 