A Poem a Day (316): Clouding out

 

Clouding out

 

When we go we will show

how easy it is to run

when you know the direction,

the colour of the sun.

We’ll set sail over the sky,

chasing birds up on high,

and we’ll never come down.

We won’t ever come down.

 

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 30, 2020

A Poem a Day (315): Murmurs and 2 more haiku

 

Murmurs

 

Revolving pictures

murmurate and separate.

A burst of starlings. 

 

 

 

Wither

 

Morning mists curl back,

cursing dead skies. Worn-out husks

yawn for pure water.

 

 

 

Begin

 

Bright buds squeeze open,

sticky to touch, velvetine

perfect small marvels.

 

 

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 29, 2020

A Poem a Day (314): Pantoum – precious colour

 

Pantoum: precious colour

 

We talk in shapes of precious colour,

twisted about and twisted in.

Our curse is that we feel it so,

but we can’t bring the darkness out.

Twisted out and twisted begin,

can you feel how it feels to breathe?

Here we won’t bring our darkness out

though the moon seeks to serenade us.

Can you feel how it feels to breathe,

floating in a space outside yourself,

while the moon serenades us?

She washes skies over in silver lace,

floating in a space outside yourself.

Is it our curse that we feel it so,

the skies washed over in silver lace,

as we talk in shapes of precious colour?

 

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 28, 2020