Now that we don’t know Now that we don’t know what tomorrow holds, I would like to remind you… That we never knew… We never knew what yesterday’s tomorrows held… And while we loved our conditioned false sense of security… I know we never knew… We never knew what would ever be beyond the one…
“Anthem of Life” All heartbeats together under just one sound… Their prayers voices in unison became every woman’s cry… While abandoned footsteps on wet sand awaited the arrival of the evening tide to emancipate themselves from the strings of man… A lotus flower rose from the dirt, exterminated man’s decay… And softly whispered to the…
“Rose” She was his secret hidden love, the way she saw the world… The way she looked at life… How she embraced the tender morning sun… How she adored…The sunset air…. On every approaching night… Lonely twilights of his troubled soul… She was… His life… His eyes… His lips… His hands… His heart… His…
Those were his chains… Like fake flowers in the wind… Those were his chains… Like fake flowers in the wind… Of Truth…Lost and found… Of Life’s colours hanging from a rail… Searching for meaning… In a cycle of life… Of flying, turned fallen leaves… Like fake flowers in the wind… Those were his chains… Of…
Beneath his autumn travelling thoughts… Endless lives casually pass by… Some come… Some go… Some die… Some are being born… From the air… Small sparkles of light adorn the sweet sound of a floating lullaby… While on the ground… A delicate night’s breeze rocks the silent swings, their childhood dreams… Until they slowly… Fall…
Wishing… Wondering… Whispering… Deconstructing concrete paths… Into a timeless existence… of repressed faithful ways… Step by step… He fails to comprehend… why nostalgic bohemian verses… feed his wandering diverging steps? Why old dreams, disguised as search, that have not yet come an end… Seek freedom from his uneasiness of mind… From his insecurities of doubt……
Solitary travels… Of reflections and shadows… Of ownerless ripples in time drifters within a peaceful autumn breeze… Of forsaken colours and light… Of abandoned yearnings in life fluttering within nature’s inevitable fate… Solitary travels… Embrace the dancing leaves in the wind… Before you take to the road your dreams and desires… Your fears and…
Below a grey somnolent day under the early autumn summer rain… Their coalescing silhouettes fade into a withering mist… Of tobacco smoke and vape… Flying notes of a guitar break the silent space of a birds summer requiem… in a melancholic hearts embrace… Young hopes disguised travel through the window pane… invade a lone sunlight…
She was like a poem few could understand, an ocean hidden in a drawer with a white winter freeze, a blue summer breeze… A yellow autumn leaf… And a white withering rose… From a late green spring… He was a travelling pawn… Confused within a wild roundabout… Like frenzied carmine searching for her rainbow lips……
Where are you heading crystal ant, free cry, summer song, sweet serenade at dawn? where are you heading sweet moment, nostalgia of lonely heart? Perhaps, Perhaps one day you’ll understand… Said the moon to the reflection of the fallen rain on the ground… That your light it’s not yours… Nor mine… that we are mirrors…
Xoetry, 2017 marks a new chapter in the evolution of my Xoetry project…One that begun many years ago… Today, with great satisfaction I would like to present Xoetry’s collection of poems in paperback and ebook form… Now both available at Amazon https://www.amazon.co.uk/Xoetry-2017-Xoanxo-Cespon/dp/1520566638/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1487465085&sr=8-2&keywords=xoetry If you follow this blog and visit the book page at Amazon, your reviews will…
Brick by brick A canvas for an artist’s mind… white paper for a poet’s eye… Today… A winter day outside… velvet speckles of dust from an angel’s wing… gently play with a child… tenderly caress her cheeks… kiss her smile, gracefully lay at her feet… Tomorrow the sun will rise… Outside… It may be…
