Friday, December 2, 2011

Some Mirco Poems

He withers in the storm

like a leaf on a narrow limb
holding dearly…. to her
he emotionally swings.

She cups him, in her gentle hands
just underneath his cheeks
eye to eye….she whispers
you’re a precious leaf - to me.

When wolves howl

what choice does he have
- but to join in
for he is only a man… and she
is disguised as a sheep.

What if the sky turned grey
what then… would you see
if the sun hid behind the stars
and the moon overshadowed me -
would flowers wither
and my beating heart….
fade away.

A connection is the hand

that reaches out.
A calm touch -
to caress the mind.
The knowledge of life -
in a dark sky.
A shining light - of a friend.

1 comment:

  1. Nice poetry David, it made me smile. And I love smiling ;-)