Colours

A post that arrived late at night. I hope you like it.

I’d colour you green,
Such things that I’ve seen,
To cause me to jealously cry;
Such emerald light,
Even seen in the night,
To claim I’m not hurt is a lie.

I’d colour you blue,
For the things that you do,
It sends me to oceans dark deeps;
A sapphire hue,
It hurts through and through,
But the agony’s all mine to keep.

I’d colour you red,
Such anger that’s bled,
From the veins of my horrible heart;
A crimson reply,
To the tears that I cry,
At the fury of time spent apart.

All colours have gone,
Departed so long,
From the world where I spend all my time;
Such black and white days,
Forever hold sway,
But at least these two colours are mine.

Light The Night

A while ago, the wonderfully talented Hastywords suggested we team up for another poem. I really enjoyed writing with her, but she has decided to no longer write in collaboration, so I’m honoured that I managed to write one more time with her. I hope you like this one.

Falling inside raindrops made of glass
Wordless laments land and shatter
On silent sidewalks paying no mind
To the broken edges that they scatter

Unheard cries and oft ignored entreaties
Silence is all that is returned
Screaming out into the heartless void
Knowing all such pleas will be spurned

Landslides full of debris fill lengthy valleys
Without warning and without concern
Shouting headlong a battle cry in defeat
Everything crushed, nothing left to discern

Entombed in rubbled hopelessness so shattered
No longer seeing sunlight’s given hope
How can one so survive such brutal burial?
How can one in such drowning learn to cope?

Courage will grant strength and with that fortitude
To stand against the dark and make a fight
And though all but a spark from me is taken
This spark will burn enough to light the night.

Storm

It’s been a little while, but here’s a new one. Just some random images that coalesced into the following piece. I hope you like it.

Slip the rope from the moorings
Cast off on hollow sea,
A dream of love and
Peaceful days are not
For you and me.

Point the bow at the horizon
Set sail toward the east,
We’ll leave the shore and
Make our way among
The floating freaks.

The waves will test our stomach
Our courage for the fight,
We’ll lose our way and
May not see the coming
Of the light.

Approaching storm on the horizon
The dark and rolling clouds,
Obscure the moon and
Hide the stars beneath
A shadowed shroud.

But once the sea has been becalmed
The winds have dropped away,
We may blessed with
Weather fair and see
A brighter day.