In July I wrote you letters Like lovers of olden days Love, in ink, bleeding on pages That I never sent. The words spoke of how I remembered the long, hazy afternoons And the smell of your sweet perfume That lingered in our room Soaked in sweat Of summer heat. The clear blue skies and…
Category: pain
Twenty-three
for my friends, who are forever young
On Sundays
On quiet Sunday afternoons sitting by myself, cold tea at hand, A thousand brooding thoughts Rekindling old embers Of love long forgotten, lost in the blurry haze of time My old heart sails the shore at the edge of memory. What will those words sound like if I speak them now, I wonder Will my…
Lover
Lover, Daisies in my hair, a yellow dress Bare feet and red lips You were there Hands pressed Against my fingertips. In Spring we loved We loved like how lovers did. Lover, A blue umbrella, Crystal clear skies Popsicle sticks and ice We stood in sun Warm haze and white lies Walking in our rose…
flowers that died in march
a poem for my aunt
Scribbles – II
what I would say if you could hear me today
Quiet Afternoons with Timothée Haze [I]
The First Chapter – On Longing Dated – 29th December. A Wednesday. I will make a home in the wind. But only if it takes me back to you. “J’espère te revoir.” (French : I will see you again.) ’ Timothée, you remember people when you forget them. But sometimes, a person lingers…
Songs of the Sea- I
The Great Wave off Kanagawa by Katsushika Hokusai Ferry me across the river of your love, On an old boat of hopes and dreams; I have my heart for a penny, A smile for silver sterling; I carry not the treasures of Arabia But my love is all I bring. So take me to the shores…
if you were my love
So I have not posted in quite a while. I have no reason but the mundane excuse of how busy I was. So this poem is just a thought, a simple reflection on love and longing. if you were my love i would say love me under summer sun beneath dark grey clouds on quiet…
Roses & Moss. 