All the very best for the New Year, I trust you all had a blessed Christmas. Exciting news… Coming in 2021… ‘when the soul cried out for meaning’ a book of poetry by Karl L. Smith.
Raining leaves falling far from half bear trees rustling swirling with every well mannered breeze a brief introducing from a hungry squirrel playing conkers on the ground running quickly hiding from the trodden twig sound natures beauty still attractive smell of wood fire on cue withering though soulful lapping the last rays of the sunContinue reading “summers last dance”
My grandmother’s love is great no doubt. My mother’s love can twist and bend around any roundabout. But the one you unexpectedly meet truly makes the heart complete.
Pen, paper, rocking chair and a match, It’s time to create inspiration to catch. Like a river it’s flowing what’s deep within bursts out, Like a thief for his life, from the gallows, I shout.
I labour, hands in dirt, hot sun on my back, all I have to offer is my heart, in this month of your zodiac. It’s the first day of the week, the sun is beginning to set I search for words and metaphors, yet your lips, the goal i’ve set.
Her hair waved in the wind with the red ensign, The waves elated like a soul with rhyme. It was warm, dusk closer to night. Poets time, when angels visit to help bards write. Aside of me and her, and the warm cretian air.
She’s left much more behind than a single blonde hair on my pillow. Inspiration oozing, like rain overflowing the leaves of a willow. Feelings unchained as her absence is felt, flames of promises ignited from a kiss, this night everything what’s known about her, i miss.
I seized onto those deep-seated eyes, your deliberation,please from me don’t hide. I want all of you, I want to dive into the tide fall to the ocean inside.
One kiss, two souls, cut from the same cloth, with those three words, you made me whole. On the count of four, our paths alined. The world hates, we’re two of a kind.