Whistle me a love song
as you chase me up the stairs
Tread on all our yesterday clothes
as you take off my today’s
Tumble under the duvet
without a wince at the cold
and let us now (just for a while)
forget that we are old.
Whistle me a love song
as you chase me up the stairs
Tread on all our yesterday clothes
as you take off my today’s
Tumble under the duvet
without a wince at the cold
and let us now (just for a while)
forget that we are old.
BOONWRITER 
Beautiful. And I wept. Something in the words and the picture made me so suddenly – and acutely – aware of just how little I have.
Thank you kolembo – to be honest, that is the highest compliment.
You really are quite amazing.
Another beautiful and yet heart-aching (and breaking) addition to your portfolio of wonderful poems.
You have me thinking of living within a moment, forgetting the complications which can sometimes hold us back – allowing ourselves to give in completely.
Aww that was cute and optimistic. As always i am loving the evocative word play.
Thank you cal 🙂
Tracey… living in the past or the future is so fruitless because the present can just shoot you by. Thank you so much.
Mark… I do cute? hahaha, thank you.
CLAYMORING RAIN
And let us know
We’ll never be old
That’s what is singing
The whistle of the piper
All along the graveyards
Of suburban photographs
While stars are shining
Behind his foot
Like sparkling pearls
On top of a sword
This was captivating kiersty. It makes me feel all sorts of lonely too but a good lonely for what could have been. This is soul poetry and that is innate and can’t be taught. 🙂