Annie Jane Poems
The Tale Of Mr Sagittarius And Lady Libr...
Mr Sagittarius, Man of Fire, among the trees, Sat down and fashioned arrows out of wood and flint with ease. Then passing, Lady Libra, who despite her grace and airs, Was captured by the flame in him, so hid, and watched him there.
A Frozen Flower Thaws
Delicate flower, you have been growing alone for too long. The soil round your feet was frozen by winter, Your petals were brittle, their colour near gone.
Vibrant Blood And Quiet Bones
The fast ache of absence sets in, Gets into each space in my thoughts. Half a dream, and it’s yesterday, And lilies blossom as apples fall.
Half To Share
Books half opened Lines half written A bridge half built is halfway there.
Finding Something Burning
Someone lit a fire, Knowing someone like me would Find it, feel it… why?
Dew Decorate Me
I have the want but not the means To cry, and so I let the trees
Of These Things I Am Sure
I do not love you by comparison. It isn't borne of desperation, pride, or pain. I do not need you for counsel, release. I do not dream of you to alter you or your words.
Today I'm told to love you, Told to tell the world I love you... As if I could forget that truth For the remainder of the year.
Just Can'T Rest
Once, sleep came so easily. You opened my eyes, and now they refuse to shut, Because they search for yours.
I always intended to love you Alone. In secret, in silence, inside, and safe. I was prepared for the unrequited, for inevitable desire and disappointment,
A love like this I've never known, And now I know so well, I'm proud in love, and prouder yet Of all, one day, we'll tell.
Awaiting A Greater Library
Walk backwards through the book written so far, Back, Back, Each day a page, so, seventy
Unlearning All But You
I never learnt the right way to love, As if there were a formula ensuring success. So now I'm playing it by ear, Picking things up as I go.
Best When Broken
Back arching like a tree branch, Take me and break me As if snapping twigs with your hands.
You are something
Beyond classification or description.
Smoke and fire,
Like you grew from the ground
Or were mined from the red earth.
Just like Saigon Cinnamon.