The empty chair Not quite empty I still see you there Watching me Across the kitchen table While I’m having dinner Now alone I still see you there With your camera In that empty chair Taking a ...
~ I cried a river over you For years and years and years Until all the tears had dried up The river bed is parched ground now Dying a slow death Yet yearning for life Yearning for tears But �...
Sunset at Beauty Point, Sydney, Australia. The sun will come out again tomorrow It will shine on the world Plants and trees will grow Birds will chirp and sing Children will play and giggle While...
https://irinadim.com/2014/01/12/tis-better-to-have-loved-and-lost/
The Black Spectre has cast his tar-like cloud Over her purple head, purple with misgivings And positioned a heavy millstone on her bruised chest She can hardly breathe Such is the weight of her d...
The Jacaranda blue, a heavenly hue Graces the landscape in November Sometimes already in late October As is the case this year As it was the case Many years ago I remember Birds are busy nesting ...
https://irinadim.com/2013/11/04/the-month-of-the-jacarandas/
There was an old hag Sick of trick-o-treating brats Disguised as spooky spooks Lean mean witches Even meaner Captain Hooks Fairy floss fairies Devouring her treats So she put on a hat, mounted a ...
https://irinadim.com/2013/10/13/sweet-revenge-for-halloween/
The sound of soft rain In countless silver droplets Glides down the window pane Stirring memories of carefree times When the soul was young Oh to dream those dreams again! Would it take away a...
https://irinadim.com/2013/07/27/the-sound-of-rain-kintsugi-poets-society-bloghop-day-6/
Sirens wail across the city A rush to the shelter, a dark musty cellar Where old and young will huddle Next to black coal and dry firewood The stash of fuel to cook their meagre meals And warm...
https://irinadim.com/2013/07/26/world-war-2-revisited-kintsugi-poets-society-bloghop-day-5/