Visual poetry

Visual poetry

GALA

Her words resonated
Like raindrops falling
Echoing in the stillness
Of his silence

Touching him deep
Lighting his spirit
Finding great comfort
He opened the door

Damn the consequences
Or possible reward
He had no expectation
Just drawn to her uniqueness

He kept it low key
Offering friendship and kindness
When what he wanted
Was to embrace and keep her

Feel her tears
Run down his neck
As selflessly he absorbed
Past demons and pain

Wrapping her in him
Holding her tight
In the lucid silence
Of the empty night

©2013 jillterry
jillterry.com

Key seeker

The words are all there
ready to spew forth
but it seems there’s a lock
inside my minds door

©2013 jillie
jillterry.com

Resuscitation

I have no words
Only images

No original thought
Only memories

Stuck on empty
Idling in neutral

Nothing left
At all
To share

Muse has
Fled

Muse is
Dead

©2013 jillie
Jillterry.com

Collective fear

I feared the words
He spoke were truth

Of me
About me
In spite of me

Because
He knew me

Because
I let him

Because
I wanted him to

Like none other
Before or after

Deeper
Better

To the core

Then left to wonder
If he knew me
At all

© jillterry

Gone missing

My muse has fled
In search of lost
Words
Untold stories
Unexplored worlds

In anxious
Desperation
I patiently
Wait
Return she will
In her own
Sweet time

Bringing gifts
Stimulating my
Mind
Enough to fill
This void
Inside

Ⓒjillterry