White blends with black
Lines like flags atop the sea
Eyes peek in a stare
The brush dances, twists and curves
A seamless burst of beauty
Siobhan Geraghty
Siobhan
I've been writing poetry since I was fourteen when I first fell in love with it. It has always given me so much comfort and happiness. My favorite poet of all time is Emily Dickinson. I am a single mother to an amazing girl and we have a very sweet shih tzu, a hamster and a fish. I love to laugh and I have to say poetry, prayer and humor are three essentials that I cling to throughout all of life's ups and downs. I am so happy to be surrounded by all of you talented poets and truly remarkable people.
The Escape
There is an escape through the leaves
A calm place that will greatly appease
It is just past the rushes
Where the sun sets and blushes
While watchful willows put you at ease
What is love to those who grieve?
What is love to those who grieve?
Is it a reminder that there is a pause
when inevitably our loved ones leave
and on our heart loss gleefully gnaws?
What is love to those who grieve?
Is it a shattered moment
where knees bend, broken
or a mixture of memories we weave
replaying past lessons spoken?
What is love to those who grieve?
It is a quilt of solace
that forgives the fear of the naive
until that same voice tenderly calls us.
That Feeling
Bayou
Beet coloured cheeks
Cinnamon sands clothe us
I touch your elbow as you gaze
Tremor
Driving Alone
Here I go driving past the crooked creek
We’d throw stones in its pockets and try to pick them up again,
only a wish away from desperation
It’s today that I’m reminded of you
Don’t know where I’m going
and even though it’s not been long
I seem to have gone far
The hills play hide and seek with me,
falling and appearing again,
teasing my rusted, vintage car
I guess I should turn back soon
I said those words before,
when you were in the passenger seat,
lost and speechless
but I knew the muted words you spoke
The days are weathered now,
jaded and tattered
so I drive
I’m going to the nowhere
where we might have ended up
Sunflowers in a Field
Yoke yellow spheres
hold a buttery glow
Sun silhouettes stand tall
Shy satin stalks break from the breeze
Imprinted mud stays motionless,
dented and dry
Knotted wood sits still, sturdy
as an archive now
Submersed in memory
I sit and swing
as my audience of sunflowers curtsy and bow
Two Steps Beneath
A mosaic of moors in tranquil twists
Blankets of butterflies brushing moss filled rocks
Streams temptingly trickle past pastel painted flowers
Stars falling in droplets of lush light
Nature serenading a serenity
as it composes a melody of bliss
A Mystery at Dusk-an Acrostic Poem
Guess who is at fault
Under a microscope clues are examined
In the sunken ground rests the ache of sadness
Let the authorities reveal the truth
To capture the shameful one as others halt in a hurry to heal
You’re sure that soon it will be revealed
A Sonnet for Two Souls
Oh the soft sounds of movement in the heart!
They watch the ink stain a story of love
A word written, an eternal I do
Their tale, a turning page, a crafted kiss
Oh the years, droplets of blessings and tears!
Hands stay entwined in the waves at their shores
The beats of their bond splash rhythms of trust
Oh how their love keeps a case on their hearts!
And brings life to the silence in the sounds!
A speck of grey interrupts the newness
As time slinks, slithers and begins to steal
Lined hands now grasp in a way never known
The creases of an oath now etched in stone
A book, its chapters seem settled in love
A Portrait Beyond the Blue(A Take on Twenty Little Poetry Projects)
She’s got a heart of gold
She also thinks pieces of rainbows fall from the sky on sunny days
Her touch is a cotton sheet, her sight a floating swan, she hears as a smile sharing joy, tastes as one hungering for truth and smells as a flower
She sees the colour blue and the shape of her lifelong love when music grazes her ears
Her poise is as Athena in ancient Greece
Her heart is streaked not golden
The skies are grey, where has this darkness come from?
How cheeky she can be!
She says each time she frowns a drop of rain falls from above
And when it does, these words are her refrain, ‘Ca va bien!’
A whispering mouth speaks of bravery
She stares at the vertical horizon
As her feet are lifted and she soars as a bird
Shea, her confidante, she knew her gifts were beyond the given
There will be a time others will see, she will share her sense of knowing
Like a flattened cloud no longer floating
And they’ll declare, ‘I love how strawberries float in the sky!’
Quietly she will say,’Je suis enfin a ma place!’
She makes the mountains hum
And the blue appears to open only for her