Jupiter and the moon
A swirling silver shoon
Cloud kissed
Now missed
Away, gone too soon

#cosopoetry
#cosophotgraphy

I want to dance beneath
The wisteria tree
I want to walk along
Flower petal paths
And hold you in Lune's
Silver glow.

#cosopoetry

The moon is bright tonight.
It has to be,
To keep up with you.
To gather all the stars light
And shine it back to you.

#cosopoetry

The South Wind screams
Of hurricanes and tempests
And quiet nights of
Long sighs
Tempers flare
Songs whispered
Without knowing
You crave
The smile it brings
Of summer days.
#cosopoetry
#microfictiony4

The gale that blows
And breaks you down
Comes from the West
Carrying the sands
Of deserts
To shape you
And carve you
With tiny grains
Of all the little thoughts
You didn't know
You had.
#microfiction
#cosopoetry

The East Wind comes
A gentle breeze
A caress, you would believe
But never stops
Never leaves
Wearing down the dunes you dare
Not walk upon.
Leaving a path laid bare

#cosopoetry
#microfictiony4

I dream of worlds & realities
Lived in the times between
Lives of potentialities
Only closed eyes have seen.

#cosopoetry
#microfictiony4

The paths we wander through these days.
The choices we make.
I'm always asking why?
Sometimes I see it.
The thread that lead me here.
Sometimes I see it.
But most days.
I wander the path before me.
Knowing I'll get to where I'm going.
Wherever that may be.
Staring off the path.
At all the other ways.
To get where I'm going.

But my path is mine.
My path is mine.
These steps I make
To get where I'm going
Are mine to make.
Are mine to take.
To whereever the days lead.
#microfictiony4 #cosopoetry

Deep in the night I dream of empty hearts.
And what it would take
To fill them.
Even just a little.
So that no one is lost
And left to wander the mews
Alone.

#cosopoetry
#microfictiony4

I sleep
Sleep through the morning song
Sleep through the chorus of the
New Day.
Drunk on the dreams
That filled me.
Morning slips beneath the window
And slides into the bed
Beside me
Calms the thrum
Settles the beat of the drum
Still pounding
The stamping beat
In my head
In my head
In my heart
And breaths into me
A new day
A new day
Has been spun
And woven
Laid bare before me
Waiting for me
Waiting
Waiting for me to rise
A new day
#cosopoetry

And the light rises
Quietly on the whispers
Of crickets settling down,
And wings fluttering
For the morning song.
Embers glow from the fire
A lonely wisp rising
From ashes sighing
Sighing of the songs
And dreams
Of the night before
The last coal
Flaring to the beat
Of the silent drums
Day calls
I have come,
Here, here, here!
I am here!
And a single note
From the low branches
Chirps
The beginning of the
Morning song
The beginning of
Another day.
#cosopoetry

'Stare, state into the basin
And wonder what you've missed.' -Auden

I've missed a lot
And know there's more
That I will miss.

So I stare
And stare
Knowing that
I'm just wandering
Through the mist

#cosopoetry

Days blend
Minutes and hours
Smeared
Blurred
And lost.

A past as undefined
And unknown
As the future.

The sands of time
Piled in unnameable
Dunes.

Indistinguishable.

#cosopoetry

the seasons tumble by
and I think
to the times when my worries
weren't knee deep
to when I last saw
innocence looking back
from the silvered plane

what would that child say

I think of him
anxious if his crush
like-liked him
or just liked him

I remember the outrage
when they changed
the Saturday morning
cartoon line up

and I want to hug him
for how much
those things meant
to him
the innocent boy in the mirror
who wanted to grow up
too quickly
and wishes he could go back

#cosopoetry

^^^^^^Tagging #cosopoetry
#cosoprose
Because I ran out of characters in the post.

@altamaha

Wife saw my lament
So to the store she then went
Lemon pie pic sent

#cosopoetry
#cosohaiku
#foodpron

Sometimes I feel like a forgotten station
Where the train doesn't stop.

Everyone speeding by
While I wait.

No arrivals
No departures

Turnstiles stuck
While I wait.

Always looking at the next train
Coming down the line.

Just passing by
While I wait.

#cosopoetry
#microfictiony3

My days are mapped in scribbles of all the paths I've walked.

Journeys back and forth through my house.

Trips repeated.

Ghost steps worn into the wood and carpets.

Lines and arcs delineating the minutes and hours.

You can find my days of drudges, of depressions & overwhelms; smudges set wide.

But you can also find my days of joy.

Light skips and dancing twists; filigreed flows.

The joyous days colored by paths entwined with another.
#cosopoetry
#microfictiony3

I stick my feet between
Porch rails
And let the rain wet my toes.

Lightning dances between the clouds
Thunder rolls down
And through me.

I save some inside me
Rumbles stored up for days
When the worries pile up

#cosopoetry
#microfictiony3

My demons came out tonight
To dance in the beams
Of the squalid moon light
Dive in the dark chilled stream
And restore their waning might
So their dark hearts gleam
For the times when I fight
For the times when I dream
When my demons come out at night

#cosopoetry
#microfictiony3