Happy World Poetry Day !

As it's World Poetry Day, here are some... guess what? Yep, little poem things for you  ...  :)

Here's one that I wrote today...

Time

Voices call me from the distant past

With dreams and hopes that never last

As morning wakes me in my mind's eye

I sense the distant draft of days gone by

Here are some I published earlier...

So we go

Into the night we go

Free as birds

Soundless and unseen

Trivial and green

Unknowing, unthinking

With no boundaries

No obstacles –

With wings, groundless

Ballerinas

Ballet dancers painted by Degas

Bright sweeps across a canvas

Lithe bodies captured in movement

On tiptoes, a fleet of lace

Swan Lake shimmers in snow

White tufts of hazy dew

Tap-tap tapping across the stage

Soaring then to sink and fly

Leaping skyward full of life

Jumping in motions eternal

Over again in a silent curve

Showering the empty stage

Danced out and spent

They sit and wait chattering

Dizzy with a bright energy

That leaves them laughing

Painted with a sharp compass

That scrapes across the skin

The model suffers for her art

But marvels at the result

Captured for an eternity

She shares an enigmatic smile

Standing tall and straight

As still as a porcelain doll

UFO

A strange glow through my bedroom window

Woke me from my twilight dreaming

Rubbing my eyes I heaved on my slippers

Stumbling across the floor to glance outside

A yellow-green glow chased across the lawn

Dark shapes dotted all the lit spaces

Little green men with melon-shaped heads

Staggering with six arms and four stumpy legs

Heading towards me they wiggled as they walked

Tripping on stones and bobbing their faces

A dark green glow swimming among their heads

Carrying strange pointed objects I’ve never seen

Gripping the curtain I tried not to fall over

With laughter or fright, I’m really not sure

Not believing my eyes, I lay down to sleep

Swearing never to eat cheese before bed again 

Moon beams

Distancing the days

In her fragile accolade

The moon reaches down

Towards coloured boats bobbing

Twinkling she shines

Lighting the way

For every stranger passing

And old friends returning

She travels the skies

In a silvery glide

Always remembering

The shortness of time

Stillness

Stillness wakes

The sleeping

In the silences

Between things

Frosted dreams

In the dark

Stillness turns

The restless

With the soundless

Slumbered dreams

Some haiku

Bend in the river

Where the sharpest roses grow

Shelter my repose

Rain fallen like stars

Sprinkles silver-like touches,

Dancing beside me

Thoughts unwind, unseen,

Remembering rain-filled days

Where the grass smells green

She stands still, in tune

With the silence of the sea,

Its roar stifled for now

Some distant day she’ll

Return when she sees beauty

In a rainbow sing

Copyright Vickie Johnstone

Follow your muse down the winding path of your poetic dreams... :)