Wednesday, 21 July 2010

An older attempt...

Clear links between people
are unlikely to develop without
obstacles; obstacles mean a storm
through which love...

Grows beyond the horizon, a part from the sea.

It bends and falls and bends
and yet, the reflection in the mirror/
mirror the in reflection the
seems unaltered. To me.

and to You? I guess. Despite
your reflection, your rosy cheeks
and enticing lips will fade
and Time in his ship will repossess

I love still and all love still and love is still.


  1. So bittersweet and evocative. I hope your days are brighter now.

    I wrote a haiku for my historical fantasy which seems to echo your poem :

    Dreams drift like clouds,
    I reach to touch the moon,
    I grasp but empty night.

    Have a great week, Roland

  2. I love how your poem reflected words, as the mirror (brilliant) and how your love refracts a fading physical image back to what will always!

  3. Hi,

    Thank you both for your postitive comments! Made me smile a lot. Actually though, I wrote this whilst very happy although I agree it is terribly melancholic. Maybe that is just easier to write?

    I really like the Haiku Roland - the sense of yearning is so sad.

    Hope you are both ok!

    M xx