Jaundiced Green
Did I tell you - I envy the honey bee
that hovers around your neck,
attracted to the scent of your perfume?
Did I tell you - I envy the flush
that colours your face,
when you laugh and smile?
Did I tell you - I envy the air
that inhales cool and exhales warm
from your soul?
Did I tell you - I envy the bandage
that has been entrusted to heal,
the paper cut on your finger?
Did I tell you - I envy the words
on the pages you read,
that dance in the reflection of your eyes?
If I have failed - as I have and will
my fondest desire is,
that you know how I feel.
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Yes, at once upon a time I wrote poetry with some form of structure... Over the years, I've moved on to a more abstract writing style that seems to suit me. Jaundiced Green is my favourite poem from the days when I followed the "rules" of writing.
Now, a few shorties. I think these are all almost ten years old now.
This Pain
This love
It hurts me so
This pain it eats my
Soul I feel so very weak and
I cry
Frozen
Those eyes
Your fragrant hair
The way you walk into
The room makes me forget my thoughts
I'm lost
Sunshine
What is
It about you
That makes me feel this way
Whenever I see your smile
I melt
Seven Shades of White
I look into your eyes,
And my heart just stops.
I can't explain it;
I lose myself in their depth
There they are. Hmm, it seems there's a bit of a theme to this post after all ... neat.
I've recently decided to shart sharing some of my more personal writings. The stuff I've never shared with anybody. Yes, I'm nervous, but what is the worst that could happen? You'll all laugh at me? I can deal with that. I'm going through boxes of old notebooks and I'll have a nice collection put together soon. Hey, lucky you! You're gonna get a peak at my soul...
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