I asked you about the weather,You asked if I was sleeping.Neither of us touched the truthPressed hard against the glass.Time was called, our red eyes metBut our skin was not permitted.I hope you know I miss you — and all your ways.
Author Archives: Smith Shine Poetry
Roots
Their little hands pulling me towards responsibility,not with force,but with trust.A tug at the sleeve,a voice in the night,small shoes waiting by the door.And suddenly a man understandsthat love is not a feeling that visits —it is weight carried willingly.The world still calls him elsewhere:towards freedom without anchors,towards silence, towards self.But those small handskeep leadingContinue reading “Roots”
A Love Declared.
A love declared for days to come,is as good as none.It’s fog upon the mountain top.Soft warm skin you can not touch.’tomorrow’ ‘tomorrow’ – like time an endless field.like hearts don’t tire.like the grass will not be cut.But love is here – it breathes in the moment its given,or dilutes like a tear into theContinue reading “A Love Declared.”
Friday Evening Wine
The week parks the van,loosens its laces and sighs.Nothing left half-finished,noise fading from tired eyes. The evening leans in gently,like a friend who knows the way.Gleam glass catching candlelight,asking nothing of the day. And in that quiet unspoken pause,the aches feel far away.Friday evening glass of wine, We start the month of May.
Icon she gave me
She placed before me, still and small,The icon in silence, head did fall.Yet in my sorrow eyes were bright,A love that turns the dark to light. The Holy Mother stands in grief,Yet holds the faith beyond belief.Her gaze fixed where the suffering lies,Mercy from the crucified. In this icon, still and true,I see what loveContinue reading “Icon she gave me”
a broken sky
She walked in with a fractured heart,and eyes that held the day.But left beneath a broken sky,with all her colours grey.The world grew hard, the air turned cold,the stars forgot to shine.Yet far beneath the shattered ground,there stirred a root of vine.They crossed a door that should have stayed,Through hands that failed our trust.Warnings ignored,Continue reading “a broken sky”
Haven’t Cried
I used to tell them I hated you.Then you died.Im sorry — I forgive you.Still I haven’t cried.The words came late – but true not offcast.Quiet – as a door closing on the past.Just the weight finally taken from my golden crown.And the silence where it used to live.Written down!
The Wolf
The violence did not leave me.Is a wolf without teeth good – or just harmless?I’ve proven I can destroy – tearing down to theground is easy.The question – could I stop?I still have my blade – but now also a sheath.And still I stand when chaos screams. now with a discipline – forged not found.AContinue reading “The Wolf”
Easter Saturday
The eve of Lenten’s weary old mileof prayerful days and the fasting trialA candle waits in flickering flameIn our victory we call His name.My sons laugh – sweet eggs in sightWe break and share – just one tonightMy wife prepares – the lamb is tenderI tell the boys of deaths surrenderThe table full – theContinue reading “Easter Saturday”
Two Tier
Corruption, riots, ambulances in flames.More terrorist plots – no media blames.Patriots protest – far right rage.Thuggery – before feet hit the cobbled stage.Before a word, before a sign.The verdict drawn the fault assigned.Muslims with swords nothing to seemosques filled with knifes – nobody cries.An Englishman with banner – jailed and dies.Two sides shout – falseContinue reading “Two Tier”
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