For the first time in way too long I am proud to collaborate with my dear friend and fellow poet Joe Praks. You can read four of his poems a little further on down the page.
I hope you will enjoy our collection of August poetry.
Rainbow skies
Fluttering flowers
(Photo courtesy of Tony)
From a grassy bank
Summer colours fade
A garden sprinkled
Energised by rain
I saw an extrovert butterfly
A young boy kicks a ball
Along a cracked street
Sees a flower peeping
Through shards of glass
Its beauty shining
From deep within
Carefully he picks it
To give to his mother
Because all she does is cry
Since his daddy went away
He ran home
Through the dust
Through the dust
To the sound of shells
Heralding a new day
Rushed into
His mother's arms
With trust in his eyes
She took the daisy from him
Gave a watery smile
Twirled its
Feather-like petals
Holding him close she said
"No good ever comes out of war
It's a malignant stain
On this world of ours
But we must be like this flower
Resilient true and full of hope
That one day the destruction ends."
Mirrored
In deep water
Reminded him
Of what they had
Chameleon emotions
Passionate red
Zany orange
Sunshine yellow
Natural green
Blue the colour
His world turned
The day she said
"It's time
For me to leave"
Eyes of indigo violet
That still haunted him
In his broken dreams.
Marigold pixie
Splashing through rain soaked petals
Making sweet mischief.
Soft and fragrant to the touch
Geranium love.
Floating yet static
Pale origami whisper
Unfurling lily.
I watch distant ships sail by
Observe the rugged landscape
Manicured only by time and tide
There is not another soul in view
Nothing left open to misinterpretation
Sleepy sunset river
You have a charm of your own.
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The next four poems/photos are by Joe.
Sometimes
But any time I close my eyes
I can hear music
I can SEE and FEEL music
She comes to me with silence
Or with pouring rain
She vibrates with the broken
Beat of my heart
I can feel her scent when
Thunder roars
As the wind blows
I can see her light
When darkness is all around.
The night is approaching
As the light is leaving this world
Everything is getting still
Or it seems so
I never know what to do or think
When the sky is playing
Her scene of the day
Clouds forming
In shapes and colours
To alter my fantasy
I'm trying not to wink
Not to lose a thing.
Have you ever wished
To have un-met someone
You'd loved so much
You couldn't move, nor move on
Or carry on
To un-kiss this person's lips
To un-long for that person's touch
To un-hear all the nice words
You were repeating to yourself
Before you went into a dream
It's a useless deed, my friend
It can't be done
It won't ever be done
Nothing can be undone
The only way to get out of life
Is to continue to love and to live
As only the sky sets the colours
Into white, black, or bluest blue
No matter what
I will always love
YOU.
Piano getting dusty
We thought you
Just needed a wee break
As anybody else
We didn't see it coming
Until there was nothing to hide
Anymore, anyway we're still
Waiting for you
With our mood of blue
Our guitars untuned correctly
For our random Aida
Talking blues
Boy do we miss you.
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Painted canal boat
Life slides into slow motion
When you sail away.
He kept vigil by her bedside
Another day spent navigating
Tangled forests of emotion
Running tired fingers
Over her closed eyelids
Whispering her name
Yearning for a flicker
Yearning for the mundane.
Misty August morning haze
The cusp of autumn.
With pixie dust
Where the air is heavy
With the scent of lavender
Is the most magical
Place on earth.
The glorious dahlia
Twirls and pirouettes.
Full of sass and attitude
Boldly spreading painted wings
Against a pebbledash wall
I asked why she had not settled
On a rose or a leafy tree
She said
"Because I needed a break
From all the tweetin' and buzzin'
Of those pesky birds and bees."
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Thank you for taking the time to read. You can find me on both X and Instagram under @jillwebbwords. Links are provided below.
