lavender and white lavender, image by Hans Braxmeier, on Pixabay
when i don't know what to think
and my heavy heart carries
away on heavy legs; a winter of love
with cold air and hot water—
when i do feel somewhat quicksandy
and catch the shadows sparkle in
those green eyes, a brightness mixed
i lean my head back and see the crisp
cripple sky covered in stars, regaining strength
for a new summer to come; i see a God painting
a purple underneath the waves of white lavender.
when you want to know what i think:
i collect cornered cities, perfect clouds and colourwaves
precious days ahead.
i listen to songs in which stones sing of horizons
i think love in a life.
The sea stays a longing place
whereas i will return soon
Kate Copeland started absorbing stories ever since a little lass.
Her love for words led her to teaching and translating some dear
languages; her love for art and writing led her to poetry...with some
publications sealed already! She was born in Rotterdam some 51
years ago and adores house sitting in Spain at the moment.
May 2021 issue