Skylark Poetry

I sat next to her. I felt a kindred soul. Agasp by her smile. The glint in her eyes. A wave of knowing overtook my soul. I knew. Like I knew. That I know.  An echoing in my soul. Her heart, her mouth without words: Screams reverberated in the caverns of my souls. Her voice, shouting out to find me. She found me waiting.  She found me in limbo. She found me in free fall. And outstripped me with her love. A strange love. An unknown love. A love I could not help, but to love. She eclipsed me. With the ladder she built. With the tree she planted. With her voice she sang. With her freedom she held me. Her heartbeat upon my skin. Her lost strands of hair  - reminders of her constant presence. Her hands, strong, peaceful, knowing, Kind. Her soul, I call home. Written by: Isla Skylark Date: 20/11/2016 _ 18h53 @ArtPoetry

Sadness is inspiring. Depression brings distraught. Happiness holds joy, but is that enough to supply impacting inspiration. Forlorn holds love. Obsession brings distance. Infatuation is temporary, but can sometimes lead to more. Loneliness presents appreciation. Company may be overlooked. Friendships are important, but can be tedious to nurse or preserve. Relationships are precious; Some of them worthless. Mindset holds the key,  but it also holds the barrier. 2015/10/22 @21:04 by Chandra Terblanche @art poetry

It doesn't smell the same anymore... it is almost welcoming... [...    ...] Where is my home? Is my home when I am alone? Is it the space that I own? Is it the place where I was born? The place that I was raised? Is it really where my heart is? And if so, where can I find it - my heart that is? Which brings me to the question: What are my reasons for home? 2016/01/03 @ 21:18 by Chandra Terblanche @art poetry