This post is a celebration of the friendship I have developed with gifted poet Joe Praks. Joe’s eye for detail has been such an inspiration to me. It’s a pleasure and an honour to join forces with him. I hope you will enjoy reading our poetry.
The first five poems are Joe’s creations. The remainder are my own.
So glad it's here
Here it came, another new morning
Sleepy like a new born baby
Angels are reigning the skies
It's safe to wake up
It's safe to listen to the wind
It's safe to start anew
It's safe to to feel a wee bit insecure
It's safe to leave my comfort zone
It's safe to dream.
Beautiful snowdrops growing
They're trying to call in
The spring Sun
Courageous little beauties
I wonder what they do now
As it was freezing in the night
And the snow appeared again
Did they just fall asleep, awaiting
Their big day
Or are they just dying dreaming
I'd like to know.
I see you within my heart
I see you in the shimmering light
I feel you as the night is getting
Near me now
Ready to go by
I see you always as if the first time
I feel it as if it's been the last ever
Thing on my mind
I see you in colours as I travel
Into a dream and out of my time.
I'm not to see your smile ever again
They didn't know it they were wrong
They lied all the same
Sometimes the most silent thought
Roars like thunder
You with your smiling eyes
You destroying me with your smile
Like no other.
The Sun is about to set
I remain silent
But I'm still the same
All my thoughts belong to you
All the words we shared
I cherish them in my heart
Memorising them when
I'm alone and
Much darker reigns the night
I remain silent
As all might have been
Said and done
But you
You are the one.
(C) Joe Praks
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Whilst lost in a moment
Of serenity
I found a piece of myself.
I wonder what stories
You could tell
In tones of
Blue and pink
I wonder what dramas
You’ve seen unfold
Words recited
Without a script
Every wooden
Laughter line
Hides a thousand
Lonely tears
When I touch your
Sand encrusted bark
I see memories
Of falling leaves.
We don’t need
To say a word
Surrender to
The here and now
Senses caressed
By the gentle sound
Of waves washing over
Pebbles and rocks
Worries dissolving
In ripples of gold
Rainbow clouds,
A pastel backdrop
As we watch
The sun go down.
When you see
Rays of hazy sun
Emerge from
Behind dark clouds
When you feel
The onshore breeze
Gently smooth
Your furrowed brow
When you hear
A voice in your dreams
Don’t ignore it
For one minute
When the rain
Merges with your tears
Know that I
Am with you in spirit.
Remnants of summer
Smile and tumble over rocks
Defying winter.
Weave me an intricate story
In threads of silver silk
Set against a colourful
Kaleidoscope of dreams
Ignite my imagination
From the beginning to the end
A world of flight and fantasy
Caught in a spider’s web.
Inhaling deeply
Fresh sea breeze
Waves crash
On to what remains
Of wartime bunkers
Ghosts from the past
Voices echo through
Sun and rain.
Chasing shadows
Across the beach.
Lonely figures
Materialise
Facing the sea
Embracing the wind
To dry the tears
In their eyes.
You hovered timidly
On the periphery
Of an unknown world.
All consuming
Crashing waves
Please tell me
How can it be
You dominate
My thoughts
My world
To the exclusion
Of everything else
You excite
Mesmerise
Immobilise
Yet in a split second
A crash of thunder
A fountain
Of sea spray
You disappear
You leave
Without a trace.
(C) Jill Webb
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