The rhythm of your words,
produced by the percussion of your lips,
keeps time with the beat of your heart.
I can only dream of creating such crafted, complex music;
no mastery of mechanisms - maladroite.
I listen to your discourse, mesmerised,
discovering new worlds given breath by your tongue,
and understanding life a little more.
Your music now has meaning,
where once I heard only mystical chanting,
relegated to ancient folklore. #poetry #travel #languages #love #
Intertwined, two strands of life's weaving rest loosely, untied. I sense my own breathing while I feel your heartbeat, awakening my soul as it heals, and my body is shaking - with what? Several sentiments, not yet understood, not by me, and not by those who really should understand. But who am I to expect the answer when I can barely comprehend the question: do I stay? #stay #poem #poetry #poet #newzealandpoetry #life
Put aside your mind and float away to foreign lands. The daily work is over now - night takes you in her hands. She leads you to the isle of dreams, where trials of life aren't found, deep into your inner soul, through tunnels underground. Escape into the ether and remember who you are - the other voices are not heard; they menace from afar. Don't look in their direction; they do not dare come near, for silence is the emperor - the only ruler here. When morning comes, so too
I press my hand over my defenseless heart, like a protective shield from the piercing dart, slicing through the star-filled night, invisible to the eye, yet birthed from light. The rose-hued tip reflects the flame trailing the blazing arrow, so deftly aimed; seducing my soul with sweet, sentimental music, hypnotising my mind, my dreams become lucid. A little anaesthetic prevents any pain, and quickly flows into all of my veins. The subtle drug begins to alter my thoughts, my
I glimpse heaven as I gaze at the painted pocket, a canopy between sky and treasure. A perfect circle encloses a multicoloured masterpiece, a morsel of the artist's dreamscape. Your light shines through and touches the gilding around this hollow space, igniting the window frames, illuminating the angles, bathing carved marble. I touch your hand, mirroring the angels above us, as divine whispers fill the silence. #poetry #dome #art #architecture #travel #Europe #love
Since the age of 7, I have always written songs and poetry. Hundreds of them. Some have been published in various places. I also self-published a book. I had selected the poems for a second book, which so far has not come to be. Over the past two years, my output has been rather limited. I'm not too sure why. I have been busy, yes. I have also been happier, I think. It is much easier to write when one is sad or emotional. Also, I have started dabbling in some bigger writing p