Day Ten: #WoPoWriMo - Box in the Attic

    

You spoke to me today, 

through the scent of the dust, 

and the mothballs

in a long-closed

box; you spoke and the words

flew across

the years, like the wings of grey doves -

they wrapped and consumed me

in memories of love; unconditional; and a deep

summer haze. They smelled of the moss

that adorned and glazed

the lawn

in your garden of roses, and recalled

sugared pies and daisy-chain 

posies, picked and planted

in an egg-cup display;

they remembered all that was given

and taken away, under a precautious

strawberry-sun. It seemed I blinked,

one afternoon,

and you were gone;

climbed peeling paint 

of old stone stairs;

barely above 

the height of my knee,

just to find, 
you were no longer there.
     
I opened a box in the attic today - it smelled of my Great-Grandma's house. I hadn't breathed in that scent in twenty-four years... :) 
  

Day Nine: #WoPoWriMo - Unnecessary Words

    

Say nothing on things

that don’t need words – a thousand

lessons leave

a million things to learn, and we are

only,

just

watching the world turn and

be born anew, under a soft-grey sky.

Forget these glass hearts, and

tuneless

lullabies; the gap filled

by a dying rose; forget all the truths

we have failed to expose,

- tomorrow

is another day.

Say nothing, 

only turn this way, and grow older:

let’s get crows’ feet of bliss...

Unnecessary words

don’t speak, 

with the voice,

of an essential kiss.

   

Day Eight: #WoPoWriMo - Ain't No Sunshine

    

I dreamed of you, and the way

you touch, of gentle fingers, and

the fairy-dust that falls like

tumbling, glitter-rust, through

body, and mystified soul. I

dreamed of caresses and the

way you hold and, how you

wrap and envelope

all of me

like the smallest rose,

coaxing joy

into hungry bones. With an

elegance

that bends and folds,

all reason beyond all doubt, I

dreamed of how you filter out

warm rays

through days of ice-cold, I

felt your dream-strands

of beautiful gold, change my colours

and entwine me 

in affectionate embrace;

and pushing

through the clouds, I awoke,

with a longing to see

your face. 

Day Seven: #WoPoWriMo - The Sky is Falling

  

When the sky began to fall,

it was not for want

of mighty Atlas trying

to hold it. It was simply too

much arduous weight,

on torn and world-weary

shoulders. Shrapnel

rained down

on the foot-sore soldiers of

a wild and never-ending war.  In the

face of defeat, they stood

and fought

their battles

that had no conclusion;

blindly followed the tattered flag

into confusion and a restless

sleep.  Chain-mail

and armour could only keep

sharp weapons

from piercing their hearts;

the holy cosmos had fallen

apart and planted star-seeds of doubt;

watching, they saw the danger

had eaten them all,

from the inside out.

   

Day Six: #WoPoWriMo - The Night Comes Calling

   

A warning of red,

spreads across a sky,

lowing and bleating, as a day

creeps by, lost in tomorrow and

bovine sighs of lava-hot breath.

Lonely feline, treads and tests, her way,

along

a stepping-stone path;

cotton-wool calls

down to ask, if a moon

should light the hunt.

Beneath me, you shift,

flanks growing,

soft grunt

of impatience

as we take in the view. A train rattles by

on the viaduct below:

and it ought 
to shatter our peace.

But it raises no more than

gentle release as you drop

your hock to rest.

Watching the sunset, we are

more than blessed with effervescent glory;

and we listen

to increasing,

beautiful

nothingness

as the night comes calling.