Tag Archive | confessions

119. Nightfall beckons

Let not the night mourn in despair

As darkness snuffs out the flame

Of yellow ochre stains that streak

Quite noiselessly

Across turquoise painted skies.

Let not the silence hold her breath

As wispy clouds circle a silver moon.

Howling dogs call out our names

Quite faithfully

And so our wild hearts sigh.

Let not the inky blackness swallow me whole

For the night is dark, darker than it was yesterday.

The stars are hidden, far away from all light.

I strain my eyes to make out my path.

©Brindology 2017

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84. Holding on

I stand here holding this rope
tightly,
right here,
alone.
Nobody stands beside me.

I look into the distance and see nothing.
I turn around,
but there is only darkness.

I know Birth holds one end
and Death, the other.
Which way do I go?

I’m too afraid to let go and I’m not sure if I’m going in the right direction.
I’m afraid to let go,
I don’t want to lose my footing and fall.

This rope is all I have.

©Brindology 2017

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Daily prompt: Cling

56. Colour

The colour of your eyes,
The colour of my eyes,
Will never be the same,
For you are you
And I am I.

We are individuals,
Each and every one of us,
Beautiful,
Different,
Unique,
Like night and day.

Our hearts may beat
A shared rhythm.
And blood that looks the same
May run through common veins
But we will each be only
‘Me’.

What you see
Will never ever be
Exactly
What my life shows me.

We can open each other’s eyes
And hearts and souls
But I will remain till my dying day
Stuck in the same body
In which I came.

©Brindology 2006

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17. Love in every way

there’s an empty seat beside me on the bus
but you’re choosing to stand.

there’s a flower that’s standing alone in the garden
without any shade.

the more I think about it,
the more I don’t understand it.

it doesn’t feel like I’m yours.
it doesn’t feel like you’re mine.
is it the same for you?

©Brindology 2016

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