peter rodenby Poems

Some images of a forgotten past
I had no part of
Now scattered on table and floor
surrounded with tears of remembrances.
...

Call of lone curlew
turn down beak
outspread wings
resting on air.
...

Weave your hair in sun silk waves
Twirl seaweed in tiny hands
Caress your breasts
with salty sea
...

Blue sky, blue clouds, blue morning
The sun and snow
Silent slipping sleet
Foot prints dissolve
...

Rhythmic tapping of shoes
Ascending a hillside pathway
Following a sheep ragged track
But seeming like impenetrable steps
...

A screaming wind unfastened our grip
Aching we clung, desperately embracing,
Breathing like one.
A tear trickled and twinkled
...

I
Tried
Catching
Her tears
...

It was that time of year
towards end of summer
lately leaves fall
with barely a breath of wind
...

The past
is pressed flowers
discovered
between pages
...

Eyes don’t tell lies in the dark
Faces smile, lovingly close,
no need for conversation,
seeking each others lips.
...