Shall I Write?

Today I thought about what I should write Shall I write about the morning rays dancing through my window panes? Or about the little plant sprouting in the pot by the ledge?

The Window To The Beyond

There’s a window just a little open,What lies beyond isn’t certainSome say there’s sadness, some say there’s bliss,Some say it’s just nothingnessBut a nothingness you could never miss ?

The Scream of Nature

“Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.” ― Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner The Rime of the Ancient mariner is the longest literary work of Coleridge.  Every verse in this lyrical ballad is beautiful for its transparency and the simple and strong message…

Heavy Weather- Ness Lobo (2017)

Poetry comes from the soul and is for the soul. Good poetry reaches out and stirs the still waters of your soul, certainly changing something inside. Heavy Weather by Ness Lobo is a collection of poems on love, betrayal, heartache, unrequited love and longing.

Kissed By Joy

I happened to touch Joy today- In my dream or a vision I cannot say But I felt Joy to its fullest, Unlike anything I’ve experienced Joy came over me like a wind, Swept me off of my feet in a blink I feel like a feather lilting across the sky; Catching the silver rays…

Irises

Everything that’s done in love is done well- Vincent Van Gogh There used to be in my garden a bed of Irises Bluish hues they painted random speckles against the green and brown

When She Broke…

When she broke she shattered into a million pieces and fell to the ground.She lay scattered all around.

I Remember…

I sauntered down the same path today Retracing every step we walked, it seems like yesterday Tugging at your finger  and scrambling “Race you to the brook!” I began running. Your laughter rang in my ears

IF ONLY

The cool water foams at my feet Washing the sand back to the sea I look in the distance the giant orange ball sinking Casting a subtly queer glow twilight sets in

The Clouds’ Tale

Look at the clouds, they tell a story Of untold woes and songs of glory. Woes always hidden, never seen;