My eyes are the dew On the wet grass They see only the hand placed On the page of the rain Where the thinning of poetry Is blurred By trying to reproduce the summer Under the advent of clouds
It is a failed watercolor Of a sunshine on the beach But tomorrow maybe The light will be at my window
via KINGOFWALLPAPERS.COM There’s never been a night I wanted to whisper in your ear moreThan I did last night.I wanted to shape the cold breeze,And the pattering rain,And open your mind to mine. I want to lay my thoughts out like a morbid canvas;Spread the brain,Press out the creases,And show you the vivid colours swirling …
The Fountain is dancing to the beat and I watch it cheerfully.It sways to the left, right, and into my shallow hilarity.I never laughed that way to such, there must be some magic to it.And so, it waves here and there, and I, giggling from ear to ear. The Fountain is dancing to the beat …
Everyday, at every nightYou can’t break me downI won’t surrender In the stillness of the nightI hear you all too wellBut I will not open my eyesI will fight When its just me and youI’ll awake to find myself asleepEvery night we will dance and when I wake;We’ll both disappear I won’t fight no moreI …
Maybe…tomorrow
…a poem by Sena Quashie — 15 jan, ‘16
My eyes are the dew
On the wet grass
They see only the hand placed
On the page of the rain
Where the thinning of poetry
Is blurred
By trying to reproduce the summer
Under the advent of clouds
It is a failed watercolor
Of a sunshine on the beach
But tomorrow maybe
The light will be at my window
— Sunday, 15 January, 2017
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