A Poet's Verse

A thousand words left unsaid;

A thousand thoughts scatter

like mignonettes into the curtains

drawn against what may have been

A thousand beats of my heart;

A thousand tears pool

like raindrops into lifeless puddles

laying dormant on a deserted highway

A thousand memories illuminate my mind;

A thousand kisses warm my soul

like an unusual guest arriving unexpectedly

at the bed and breakfast of my day

A thousand nervous bumps upon my skin;

A thousand dreams wrap around me

like a warm body against the winter chill

permeating this moment

A thousand jumbled messages scramble for first place;

A thousand words unwritten remain

like a ghost haunting me

until exorcised upon the page

A thousand moments peering from the pool of my coffee;

A thousand questions harmonising

like a rehearsal of the unsung chorus

in the musical yet scored

A thousand pages of a poet’s verse;

A thousand melodies and lyrics lilt nearby

like bright colours thrust upon my canvas

and bring me home

© Dianne Traynor 26 May 2012

(c) Photography courtesy of Johnnie Wolf