Sunday 31 August 2014

My Old Friend, Laughter


Laughter
I remember her
somewhere inside 
in the corner 
of my mind
tucked away 
in an envelope
marked,
'Do not open until...'

Laughter
I remember her
her sound
bubbling up
making me smile
eyes twinkle
in a time
gone by,
Christmas maybe?

Laughter
I remember her
she knocks
once more
an old friend
returning
sharing
merriment 
and glee.

Laughter
I remember her
she's here,
with me.

©revdjo 31/8/14


Monday 11 August 2014

A poem came tip-tapping

Tip-tapping on the window 
     the softly falling 
               rain 
running down the glass
     weaving a merry
               dance 
filling up the bucket
     with a resounding
               plop
the tip-tapping starts
     once more
               again

you think you 
              understand her
                   ways
                         but really you do
               not.


©revdjo 11/8/14