Sunday 27 January 2013

30 Day Image Challenge Day 2 - Ghost's Linger



Ghost's Linger

Ghosts linger in the darkening air,
where the very silence slumber,
shadows of you and I there
my hopes and dreams encumber
for the silent voice chose our number.

Downward the starry tapers burn,
sinks soft the waning sand.
I follow the shadow for I still yearn
the touch of your loving hand
for my future is bland without my man.

At morn and even shades are longest,
at noon they are or short or none.
How shall I cope for I am not the strongest
and our life together had just begun
and now my burden is to be just one.

Our honeymoon started in pleasure
then we crossed the sands to the bridge.
One step and you fell in measure
from that sad and ragged ridge.
Our life together abridged.

Into the rushing waters you went
splashing forth as I tried to save you,
all that lingered was your scent
as my fears like a phantom grew.
Fiercely I wished time would undue.

Across the walls come the shadow
of unspeakable intimidation.
How I wish life would foreshadow.
You will always be kept in adoration.
I must move forth in anticipation
........................Peg Holmes

Art by P. Holmes
All rights reserved
copywrite Jan. 2013

30 Day Image Challenge 1 - Circle in Motion




Image - Pocket watch
Circle in Motion
Majestic limbs reaching for the sky, 
capture a breeze that whispers in the night. 
Ancient wisdom drawn from deep within, 
deep within the core of a circle 
and I can hear her heart beat.

The constant tick of life within
like a strobe light if quickened,
day to night, and night to day.
Just as the rose is just a bud
moments later she blooms into beauty.

While at night I catch the falling stars
before they are no longer there 
to shine mystically.
Before the lightness crowds and opaques 
the beauty of dark cloudless skies.

In the day I spend time with the roses
enhaling their sweet fragrances
before they shed their petals like tears
and leaves turn from greens to rusts
and before the snow flies.

She is in constant motion
like the flowing waters that never cease,
from season to season, and day to night.
From a baby's cry that quickly turns into an old man's moan,
she moves forth in constant dance
..........................Peg Holmes

Art by Peg Holmes
All rights reserved

Friday 25 January 2013

The Wind Addressed




The wind was in high frolic with the snow
As she danced with dried weeds around the pine
and whispered content as the sun did show
telling the forest Spring will soon shine.

Melting with tears the snow felt depressed
The wind was in high frolic with the snow
Why must you cry dear snow? The wind addressed.
The snow replied, "Soon it will be my time to go."

Don't fret snow, for in time, you will glow
once again. All good comes to an end
The wind was in high frolic with the snow
In a year I'll ask you again to descend.

The snow gave a twinkle and then a smile
He accepted his fate as he signed the escrow
They agreed to meet in Germany for awhile
The wind was in high frolic with the snow.

Joyful Sighs




Joyful Sighs

The landscape ran, laughing, downhill to the sea,
the river sang with its lips to the pebbles
because the sun finally came as a rebel.
The landscape ran, laughing, downhill to the sea.

The river sang with its lips to the pebbles,
rippling with joy from the gentle breeze
in glad tidings of winter's end and spring's ease.
The river sang with its lips to the pebbles.

Rippling with joy from the gentle breeze
the birds in flight twittered with delight
cheerful to soon be nesting  in trees height.
Rippling with joy from the gentle breeze.

The birds in flight twittered with delight
while swans swam forth in the waters flow
knowing they found their summer chateau.
The birds in flight twittered with delight

While swans swam forth in the waters flow
the radiant serenity of blue sky
created a picturesque beauty that sang joyful sighs.
While swans swam forth in the waters flow.

The landscape ran, laughing, downhill to the sea,
the river sang with its lips to the pebbles
because the sun finally came as a rebel.
The landscape ran, laughing, downhill to the sea.

Wednesday 23 January 2013

Concealed Secrets (Trolaan)

Concealed Secrets (Trolaan)


Hidden behind layers of brown cloth
hides the secrets of distraught minds.
Hastened threads unravel by a moth
holding what the great darkness finds.

Indulgent beauty, smiles show
in sweet innocence of the prime.
In a jar the secrets mount and grow
its seldom truth is shown to chime.

Never do the puzzle pieces fit.
No full picture shown in truth.
Not her distress nor silent wit
nor love felt to comfort and sooth.

Enveloped in empty space floats
endangered silence of abuse.
Encrusted in years she coats
encrypted notes that are reduced.


............................© Peg Holmes

This poem was created for a contest of a picture showing blank puzzle pieces.

I hope you like it.

Art © Peg Holmes
The art was painted in acrylic.

Tuesday 22 January 2013

Poem: Without You (Song)


Without You (Song)

I'm searching for your warm embrace.
There's nothing that can replace
your welcomed touch
I miss you much
Come to me, not only in dreams
the night is long with it's screams
without you.

In winter's bleak colourless day
the sky and ground dressed forlorn in gray
the lines of trees look sad this way
without you.


I search through shelves of books
Just to see one longing look
my mind's a mess
I must confess
My thoughts romance of you and I
It's hopeless I must decry
without you.

In winter's bleak colourless day
the sky and ground dressed forlorn in gray
the lines of trees look sad this way
without you.


The days are lonely and cold
with voids of love untold
your smiling face of golden rays
I must rephrase, I must rephrase
I'm lonely here 
without you.

In winter's bleak colourless day
the sky and ground dressed forlorn in gray
the lines of trees look sad this way
without you.


In summer days you dance away 
in the sky a mile high
and warm me with your yellow face
that no one else could replace
come to me

                                                                  .................© Peg Holmes

This poem was created on the coldest day so far this winter.

Art by Peg
@2013