Poem of Dreaming

PHOTO CREDIT: modified photo from unsplash.com.

Some may say she’s perfect
She’ll tell you otherwise
Aware that she has faults
There’s no need for disguise

Her shy smile and brown eyes
Each melt my heart away
Plus, an inner beauty
She’s more than just okay

The time to share is now
While in the Spring of life
And were my wish fulfilled
Come Fall, she’d be my wife

Yes, I know I’m dreaming
Though hope to see the light
Thinking of her daily
And wanting what feels right

Of course, a few things would need to change. For starters, it certainly would be nice if she’d remove my name from being blacklisted on her site at WordPress. It would also be charitable if my emails were no longer filtered into her trash bin. And, on occasion, she could use Twitter to read some of the messages & comments I’ve left for her. Perhaps, as an act of goodwill, she might like a single post on my web site…sometime. Lastly, if she would refrain from associating my name with the term ‘devil’ – I think that would be helpful, too. Barring these few exceptions, the future looks bright!!!

Yes, I know I’m dreaming.

© 2021 Phil Perkins


More Poetry

Saying Goodbye To A Ghost

Simple themes on a canvas –
on the wind, a transient cloth
Like a dream or ghost in my heart.

A weight of emotional scale –
From equilibrium, light rises to dissipate
An apparition of appreciable bearing.

In likeness absent chamber –
A transcendent mirage, untimely and apart
Goodbye my beautiful little ghost.

© 2021 Phil Perkins


Modified photo from unsplash.com.

Words Matter

Time Will Tell…

So high,
The cost of weak moments.

So low,
Introspection ensues.

Where is the middle ground,
When there’s just too much to lose?

Please tell her I care,
When no words make a sound.

When night comes too early,
And loneliness abounds.

Friendship,
I’d like to stay with you.

Forgiveness,
Is something you can do.

The rest is a dream,
And it’s not yet complete.

Hoping you read this,
Sent by email and tweet.

© 2021 Phil Perkins

A Poem Then And Again

© 2020 Phil Perkins

I’m a photographer, designer and artist. And, from time to time, I indulge myself with words. I’m not a poet, per se, but there are times when I do enjoy the creative process of writing short poems. Yet, to do so requires a source of inspiration…

Fortunately, I have a good friend named Carla Milho, a gifted writer from Lisbon, Portugal, with whom I converse on a regular basis. I’m grateful for her friendship, and always enjoy her writings – some of which have inspired these poems as my response:

Were the day night, and night to be day,
The tables changed of linens and wax.
A challenge of discovery,
Unraveling to be my task.

Response to “Uncover Me If You Are Able“, by Carla Milho


The story you write in the book that you share,
the smiles and the laughter contagious.
True friendship with Carla is really a treat,
her sense of humor outrageous!

Response to “I Already Know What I Need…A Pinch of Salt“, by Carla Milho


Beauty in the pen,
Through the hand,
From the mind.
To share inner thoughts,
Conscientious and kind.

She writes from the heart,
Thoughts collected
By choice.
Her topics refined,
Developed and with voice.

Response to “Muse“, by Carla Milho


⭐ A light to the east,
After dark
In the sky.

🕊 A dove is released,
And my wish
Came to fly.

🙏 Bound for the heavens,
With trust
In a prayer.

❤️ The woman I love,
With hope
We will share.

Response to “Make A Wish To A Star And It Will Come True“, by Carla Milho