Wednesday, March 31, 2010

While She Sleeps

I can dance down here among the leaves,
dart in between the sun-scorched blades
some distance from the sea.

She'll never see me.

I can make a haven from sticks and string,

sewn with seashells and cranberries
like jewels on a rich canopy.

Here I dream safely.

Read the rest at

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Billy's Poetry Forum, A Place For Your Poetry

There was a time when was being read by over 80,000 people monthly. At the time, no other poetry blogger in the world could claim that big of an audience. Sadly, that's no longer the case but I'm happy that my poetry still sees far more readers than most poetry bloggers around the world.

That said, wasn't really the community of poets and poetry readers I'd long hoped it would become. While this blog is nearly 10 years old it never really matured. And without a doubt, it was my fault.

So in the hope that I might share some of my poetic successes with other poets and poetry lovers I have created Billy's Poetry Forum where anyone and everyone can get more exposure for your poetry, poetry readings, poetry events, writings about poetry, links to your books of poetry and anything else related to poetry.

I hope this helps some of you to become more widely known as we prepare to nominate poetry bloggers (April 1- April 15) to assume the title, Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere for 2010. And I hope it feels like home.

Friday, March 26, 2010

I Saw You

So still
I saw you
in the early morning,
sunlight playing
around your lips,
parted —
memories of sleep
in your eyes,
Thoughts of yesterday
through a half-formed tear:
echoes of last words,
shadows of lost hopes,
Reaching down,
touching you —
needing you —
loving you.
my tears
into the darkness.
Realisation comes —
you are not sleeping.
From Flight of a Bee
Gazebo Books (PTY) Ltd., Rhodesia

© Colin Gordon-Farleigh 1978

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Dancing For Rain

I never knew you all that well

and none of us really got

what went on inside your head

but I can still see you dance around the fire

handsome like a young Greek god

you jumped and turned to the music

coming from an old transistor radio

Maybe I can make it rain you said

and we all laughed


Life was miraculous that summer

and entire poem

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Limerick Prompt

It's Limerick-Off time! So please join me by writing a limerick using this first line: “A woman whose hair was quite gray..." My own limerick using that line is right here.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Lone Wolf

Withdrawn into the raw wilderness

elusive like all wild creatures there

and so at ease in that unruffled world

where a divine soothing

oozes from the air that he breathes

and a sense of freedom fills his heart

the way it’s intended

or at least should be

in his mind


Where no others disturb

nature’s beautifully composed medleys

of sound and silence

with meaningless conversation

that would only absorb

his fragile thoughts

and entire poem

Friday, March 19, 2010


Lying here
pretending I remember how to sleep
I can’t help but imagine
that sound you used to make
in the moments when we’d kiss
and how in the morning I mentioned it
and maybe you thought I was making fun of you
because the next night you kissed me silently
and I wonder now if that was the first time
that I broke something of yours
and then hid it in my memory

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

something is wrong...technically

Error sign on the screen
reminds me of the time
this girl I was dating told me
all her family were suicides

Labels: , , ,

Monday, March 8, 2010

Haiku on the Wall

Haiku on the Wall, originally uploaded by DRheins.
ink on old white wall

I pick a red pen, with felt

paint this star for you

Labels: , , ,