Saturday, 27 April 2013

When the humming bird sings











Oh the words.

Sometimes I write them and just delete

because some days

a blog is not for the real world, but the poetic one

that lives in my head 24/7.

A world with no sharp edges.

The songs of the Carpenters on repeat.

I never tire of Karen's voice.

Ever.

Nostalgia,

such a nice word.

Gentleness.

That's another.

Today should be filled with both,

with beauty.

The rabbit in the moon watching over us all.

Because there is beauty

in the foggy mornings before it lifts

and the sun rises.

A slow softness to take away the sharp edges.

Holding your face tenderly in my hands

as I kiss you

turning this day into a symphony of colour and songs




2 comments:

  1. I do that too. Sometimes I don't even get as far as typing the post but write it in my head. It isn't often that it gets as far as my blog.

    I love the Carpenters too. Their music is wonderful xxx

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  2. Hallo dearest,
    When your words do get to your blog, I am very happy :)
    Anna
    xxxx

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