One morning when the sky was just waking,
she passed by me like a gentle breeze,
it seemed the earth spun only for her,
and I stood still, my gaze glued to her steps,
her scent, oh, that scent wrapping around me like an enchanted mist,
leaving behind a trail of unstarted and unknown memories.
Her scent had the aroma of dawn,
light dancing on the sky's edge, promising a new beginning,
a ray of sunshine playing among the awakened leaves,
it smelled of rain that came unexpectedly,
the sky torn between clouds and sun, Mother Nature spilling diamonds,
each drop becoming a fleeting star.
She smelled like home, not a home bought,
but one built from stories and laughter,
memories stuck to the walls like old wallpaper,
hiding the secrets of a life lived intensely,
haunted by the ghost of who I was,
the shadow of a forgotten dream that still whispers.
And I think of how her scent envelops me,
transforming me into a river of thoughts,
seeking a shore to cling to,
no stone solid enough, no anchor strong enough,
I remain captured in this stream of consciousness,
caught between reality and illusion, between who I was and who I am now.
Categories:
unstarted, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Ownership
Haiku
By: Tom 2-9-2020
A job that’s half done,
Was better left unstarted.
Your work signs your name!
Categories:
unstarted, jobs, work,
Form: Haiku
Divinely bequeathed a blank-cheque-Jackpot; in your
possession is the golden ticket
Sadly, many fail to decode it's often unglammed seed
Just as one person may look at a pile of stone and
merely see stone, another may look at it and
envision a majestic cathedral
Or one who tosses a priceless heirloom in the attic to gather cobwebs
Or mindlessly pawn it for a quick buck
Unmined to the grave - where lie companies unstarted
Masterpieces unpainted
Architecture unbuilt....in the cemetry there is buried
the greatest treasure mine, fruitless
Categories:
unstarted, destiny, introspection, wisdom,
Form: Personification
if i died tonight
i’d have wild flowers
i’d wish i’d gathered
fields i’d wish i’d run
seas i’d still long to sail
unfinished business
unsent birthday cards
unsung melodies and
unpainted flowers on
unstarted canvases askew
i’d have poems still unwritten
but i’d mostly have the memory of you
savoring the last words
i’ve said a million times before
how i’d always and forever love you
forever and a day
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on June 17, 2018 for contest MID JUNE 2018 PREMIERE 155 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on February 5, 2018
Categories:
unstarted, death, i love you,
Form: Free verse
New Year
Dreams lie unfulfilled in my rueful nights,
the seconds, minutes, hours and days all draw
empty boxes, lists inked on paper white,
promises of plans I made, stout hearted,
in ignorance of the years gone before
when youth's resolve lay stillborn, unstarted.
With new old resolutions, stringless kites
fly out in fanfare on each New year's day,
'till deaf to all applause they fade from sight
to jink and ride the winds of circumstance.
'Just like last year', the well meaning friends say
knowing full well that none stood any chance.
Dreams lie unfulfilled in my rueful nights,
with new old resolutions, stringless kites.
For contest 'Cornish Sonnet', sponsored by, coincidentally, Craig Cornish
December 20th 2015
Categories:
unstarted, new year,
Form: Sonnet
It's eating up my belly
stabbing it with a dull knife
and I can't get rid
I can't ignore it
it's here for good
though it sounds rather silly
You keep ripping pieces of my heart
leaving me open, unwritten,
a book unstarted.
If only you left abruptly
rather than tearing the rounded edges through my insides
the shock wouldn't occur so long
if you only considered my thoughts
Categories:
unstarted, angst
Form: Free verse