Blue seas have their own language.
The undulation of dark through light
whispers and roars,
the world becomes strange
day to night. We search the silence
for words unsaid, feelings unfelt,
everything we’ve ever known …
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday
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©Christine Kelly 2019 (words and photograph)
A sweet October wind touches me
as sunlight trails a lovers
kiss across my skin;
the trees dance their last dance
before winter.
Leaves for the leaving.
A bittersweet farewell in umber,
the fall of red and gold
imbued with the longing
of a parting kiss.
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She was a discovery waiting to happen.
The moment he saw her he knew –
evocative of the unexpected scene you come upon
as you wander an unknown path;
eyes widening just a bit,
smile flirting at the edges of your mouth,
something to enrich your senses
and take your breath –
and oh how he wanted to get lost,
lost in the way she falls.
and in the way he catches her.
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His fingers slip over the keys,
alternating soft and hard,
echoing his thoughts …
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday
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©Christine Kelly 2019
Photo by Darius Soodmand on Unsplash
