Talking To Myself

Sometimes I really wish that I knew what I was going to say.

Talking To Myself  -  29 Oct 15

A mystery conversation

For I never know

What I am going to say

And neither do I

Waiting for the words

To catch up with

The thoughts

To explain what they mean

Thoughts prefer to play

Hide and seek

In the forests of the mind

While words form random sentences

So often what I say comes as a complete surprise to me.

Sun And Moon

Memories and thoughts of now.





Sun And Moon  -  28 Oct 15

I recall the times
When I would go to bed
After talking with you
And the sun would
Light my way to sleep
Now the Moon
Keeps me company
As dream surrounds me





Both of these images have a certain Magic.

Visible Thunder

Another observation in the night.





Visible Thunder  -  27 Oct 15

Rolling across the rooves
Full Moon paints
A silver trail
Between black branches
Leaving black ghosts
Scattered everywhere
In the thunder of moonllight





Before you question the spelling ~ "rooves" is the old spelling and "roofs" should be pronounced with the "v" sound.  I rather like the old ways.

Once Dreamed

Dreams create reality and grow from there.





Once Dreamed  26 Oct 15

Once dreamed
The images of you
Permanently
Etched into
My thoughts
Holding you
Holding me
We keeping the dream
Alive
Once dreamed you are
Never forgotten





The reality formed from the dream can be so wonderful.

Autumn Woodsmoke

While most people use smokeless fuel a lot of traditionalists still use wood-fired heating.





Autumn Woodsmoke  -  25 Oct 15

Gentle breeze
Wafting
A haze of blue
Across the land
From fireplaces
A touch of smoke
From the autumn
Wood





There is something rather romantic about a log fire.

Closing

That time of year again when autumn starts to merge into winter.





Closing  -  24 Oct 15

Feeling the change
Winds growing colder
The year winding down
Dark earlier in the day
Window closed
Against the night
Also against the cold
Of the day





Everything is little darker and colder.

Slivers

More a thought than anything else.  Brevity in Soul.





Slivers  -  23 Oct 15

Between darkness
And the morning light
Lie the slivers
Of conscious thought





Philosophic concepts sometime grow here.

Days Of Summers Past

Delightful memories of summers.





Days Of Summers Past  -  22 Oct 15

Weaving of warm winds
Carries with it
A memory from the years
Crystals of clarity
Each an image
Of times
When days held
Different thoughts
And all the futures
Were new
Yet to be explored
Those memories
Still brightly shine





Future memories are built the same way.

Folded

Playing with the folds in the wind.





Folded  -  21 Oct 15

Taken by the wind
Folded into unexpected forms
Corners making edges
Allow the wind
To voice
What it has always wanted
Wrapped in plaintive sighs
Folds again and again
Words spoken
Into the night
Carried by the wind





Edges allow the wind to talk.

Traditional [Acrostic]

Another acrostic offering.





Traditional [Acrostic]  -  20 Oct 15

Touching certain things
Rarely opened
Across moments
Diversely whispered
In thoughts where
Tenuous ideas hoped for
In secret while
Offering a suggestion
Not accepted
All traditional ideas
Left to grow





I do enjoy the wordplay required by acrostic poems.