Poetry Part 3

The first four poems were all featured in issue three of Kindred Spirit and I’ve added one of my own poems at the foot of the post also. I hope you will enjoy reading them.

Evaporate 

By Janis

Immiscible chemicals you and I,

volatile like, unstable vapour,

impending explosion

into possession.

Dangerous to think

don’t add alcohol –

you won’t like the result.

Sick, sick for you.

Guide it, nurture it and

it will grow for you.

Disregard it, spurn,

it could just evaporate.

I will just evaporate.

Ice 

By Catherine Grimshaw

Icicle fingers are cold and stiff,

they point very hard and

the tops stare at you as if

you are an icicle too.

Stalagmite, stalactite are all

of the same, they are too cold

and join in this game,

except when they melt.

Icy cold stares are frozen

like hell. Ice is a word, ice is

a smell? Ice is not nice,

just like lice or like mice,

but it’s cheap at the price,

is the icicle ice.

Icicle, lice-icle, mice-icle

ice. Cold, hard, frozen

and ice-pointing and cool.

Into the drink,

icicle ice pops

rattle and clink.

I Am There 

By Paul Jowett

When the leaves fall gently in the autumn,

And the skylark calls its sad goodbye.

When the wind howls loudly down the chimney,

And the flowers beneath the soil all lie –

I am there.

When the snow falls softly on your forehead,

And the earth lies dormant ‘neath your feet.

When the sun looks coldly down upon you,

And the Yule log crackles in the heat –

I am there.

When the snowdrop rears its head to greet you,

And the blackbird sings a merry tune.

When the larks leap gaily in the meadows,

And the owl swoops dark against the moon –

I am there.

When the golden sun in summer rises,

And the bee hums as it passes by.

When the garden fills your world with beauty,

And you watch the painted butterfly –

I am there.

When all your loved ones are around you,

When fun and laughter fills the air.

When you are laid in bed and sleeping,

When all your memories you share –

I am there.

The Twin Flames

You are a reflection of me

A mirror image of what I see

All that you feel, 

I feel it too

My strengths, my failings 

I see in you.

Those glowing shades 

of gold and red

The spark you ignited 

inside my head,

without you 

my life is incomplete,

a jigsaw puzzle 

with a missing piece.

Without you 

my world is no longer ablaze,

Shades of misty blue 

are all that remain.

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