One night in a meteor shower,In a dazzling flash of starsInto my world collidedA radiant being made of glass Too fragile to beholdWith my raw and naked eye I could only peek in glimpsesTelescopically and slightSo wonderfully reflectiveSomething different every timeIn with the alien elements Many echoes that were mineI saw the softness of a … Continue reading Collide-oscopic
Tag: Poetry
How I learned fire burns
Nights are cold I find alone And distant here and there The firelight of others Two people huddled Close in each other’s glow I imitate them best I can forage Build up the wood Strike the rock Still I sit in the dark I need the right sticks I tell myself The perfect leaves Strike … Continue reading How I learned fire burns
Hiraethu
Don’t wish you’d left, DearWhen you might well wish you’d stayedThere in the distant streetsMemories of where we playedMaybe you’ve heard storiesAds from a far-off landWhere the sunshine seems much brighterWhite-toothed people perma-tannedThe allure of a different voiceWhich speaks exciting wordsAnd maybe in another earYou’ll finally be heardAnd yet your mind it whispersOf the place … Continue reading Hiraethu
End of shift
Dark November night. Dripping streets. On wet leaves shoes slap. Going home
Dreamstalker
I dreamt of something.A web you’ve woven around me,Warm and finest feather soft. Made ofSensuously whispered reveries, wordsWhich become a songMy heart gladly sings,Our favourite lullaby.You close my eyes.Asleep I fly with remembered wingsTo all the places we could go.You’re all the things you could beAs you lead me to dance so joyfullyThrough every sensation … Continue reading Dreamstalker
Lonely wind over the sea
Salt in the air sharp and granular hourglass sand shifting surrounds me
A rainy morning
Leaves dancing to the ineluctable rhythm the tap of raindrops
Morning Dew
Droplet on leaf point The world is reflected out pure in miniature
October morning
Early obscuring Cool mist low in the dawn air Slowly breathing in
The light of day
Here, in the dark, I can't move on. The path is lost, the light is gone. No star above to show the way Nor mem'ry of a brighter day . I can't go on, I can't be led, I have a rock stuck in my head All night I roll it here around On the … Continue reading The light of day
E. Travelli 