Spring sun sweet on skin
that still recalls the rain,
(it is not just raindrops that fall)
drunk is the forest beneath
those blood red moons
(blind are we to the fires we started).
Will you swim through the shadow
to beat away these bitter blues?
Beauty is a ship of summer symphony,
we are whispers to be worshiped
before our season stops to sing.
All words by Damien B. Donnelly with the help of the magnetic poetry oracle.
7 thoughts on “WE ARE SEASONS”
Red and blue are the Oracle’s favourite colours.
Yeah! Hopefully she was happy today then!
She likes getting drunk too. I’ve noticed that. Somebody should have words with her retsina supplier.
I’m laughing at the comments here. Nicely done, Damien.
I like how the Oracle seems to know all of us. 🙂
Love the “magnet” letters.
Your poem somehow has a fresh power when read on that intimate tablet of the fridge.
Thank you very much, it’s become my lunch break time out thing to do. It’s just magnetic poetry online and works exactly like fridge magnets and sparks creativity, best wishes, damien