Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Saturday, February 9, 2008

I dream (poem)

I dream

I dream I am
an errant breeze
flowing cool and smooth
across a sun drenched meadow

I dream I am
a butterfly
on delicate wings I ride the zephyr
aspiring for the sun

I dream I am
sunshine kisses
on upturned faces
warmth and light

I dream I am
I dream


Copyright, Dean Wilson, 2007

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Gone (poem)

Gone

Grandfathers chair - vacant;
he sits on a shelf
in a rimu box
lid closed
not talking much


Copyright, Dean Wilson, 2007

LoVe (poem)

LoVe

tender moments
of love tortured souls
entwined with silken strings
barbed and tight


Copyright, Dean Wilson, 2007

Lonesome together (poem)

Lonesome together

Bleed with me my love
all consuming but empowering
comfort to a battered heart
a grief shared is halved

Lie with me my love
passion enabled fusion
heart / body / soul
together but

.... alone....


Copyright, Dean Wilson, 2007

Widow (poem)

Widow

She walks with unsteady legs
the passage of time having overtaken her
golden memories her sole companion
themselves somewhat tarnished
her soul now sundered and bare
to the chill wind of loneliness
She remembers and knows
a peace tainted by loss
as she waits to unite
with what she has lost


Copyright, Dean Wilson, 2007

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Creation dream (poem)

Creation dream

Playground of the mind - Caligula rules;
an iron fist in a rubber glove, sterility assured
creativity stifled.

In the streets the peasants revolt
voices raised in shrieking whispers
cajoling - denigrating - loving - hating:

the moment looms - forces stir,
The Man in his fortress remains silent, unblinking
latex grip slipping, slipping...

Conflagration started, the peasants still -
music is heard
as the playground burns,
motherfucker, it burns...


Copyright, Dean Wilson, July 2007