D: Diamante

daydream surreal secretive cleaving crowding craving awake  amorous  adamant arduous clawing caterwauling crying servile silent delusion

C: Curled

The lazy finger of dawn curls my hair and brushes against my face and I am back  on a fog ridden road from long ago….when you walked on ahead leaving my hand still curled around yours clutching to the warmth of your fingers.   Your footsteps faded and became still your voice spoke only in…

B: Black

Black is my colour black is my night black is the ink with which I write words that keep you near words that keep you alive black is the grief I cling to black is my white.

A: alchemy

at night, uncontrolled your fingers close over mine darkness turns to gold. #haiku

Poetry

This is the first time I’m entering this blog in the April A2Z Challenge.. and it’s time for the theme reveal.   I do not write poetry poetry writes me.  I steal it from the wind that rustles my thoughts from the canvas that teases  my soul I snatch it from the morning mist open…