This my little corner in the *Yours and Mine: ET Poets United* community. Hopefully you'll enjoy what you read, and do take a peek at the other poets' work as well.

- [Linderel]

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Lady Wintertime


A cold winter breeze
brushing my cheeks
whispering beautiful songs in my ears
playing with the white locks
of my frosty hair

My pale blue skin
glows faintly in the night
Snowflakes drifting
down for my delight
small, delicate fairy wings
fluttering as they come

I raise my head toward the skies
smiling to the stars
My heart sings and I rejoice
for it is winter again
And I am the Lady Wintertime




Black dreams


Scarlet butterflies
and birds coloured raven black
flying towards the horizon
that shines a deep, angry purple

Skeleton dancers
under a pale white moon
painting a brilliant, terrifying dream
spreading their wings of a bat
with fairylike grace
too beautiful to watch


A play of the darkest night
is here before your eyes
horrified and blinding
Blinding with the scarlet butterflies
of your own blood




Dancer in the dark


Here
in my own little place
I move gracefully
without a sound
a joy in my steps

To this music
that echoes in my mind
I dance
with no worry
of tomorrow

I see nothing
but the stars
so does this make me
a dancer in the dark?




Illusion of belonging

Moments flashing by

   in rapid moves

bare white arms and legs

    and intoxicating, sweet smells

                 I'm lost in this moment



swept into

    a fragile illusion

 of us, you and me



together

in what seems to be

  yesterday

or centuries ago



  no, wait

what is this

     it wasn't meant to be that way




You belong in the distant past

while I...



 I

   am

        trapped

  in between

Coal black wings


Yearning to the sky
my soul burns with this desire
to fly high, higher
be free like never before

- but these wings of mine
coal black, torn and ugly
caked with dirt and blood
can't carry me

weak, powerless
against the winds that blow
they are only bitter irony

these coal black wings
meant to be bright and pure





Grip of terror


Ripped down my defenses
completely

I can't even see you
trespassing
on the land of my dreams
without trembling

in fear
so many years after





Muted


My voice was taken away
so I could not speak
and it was a conscious choice

Yet my heart breaks every time
I raise my head to sing
only to discover

there are no words for me.

And I hear the sounds of nature
with more meaning
than ever before

they are my song now
the world sings my melody

I compose the music of my life
with my tears and poems and love
hoping that one day
I shall be given my voice back

so I can sing my music out loud
and never fear living again





Crystalline


I'm like an object
made of glass
sitting on your windowsill

fragile, yet strong
see-through
but complex

look inside me
and see a land of possibilities
let me open your eyes

for I show
the hidden rainbow
that resides within everything





Dawn/ing of spirit/


A young morning
stretches its wings
and sings into misty rain

hope that once was lost
has been found again
trickling from a tiny fountain

smiling to the sun
born from the ocean in flames
we rise to face ourselves





Tempest


Cut before blooming
the fragile bud seems to cry
anguished tears

morning dew still fresh
on silky soft pedals
glistening gently

yet its thorns pricked
and drew blood
when picked up from the ground

and a mesmerising scent
enchanted the gardener
kneeling down in the grove

who let his garden grow wild