Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

The Monster and Me

July 19, 2018

I visited an old friend today,

She took me into her heart,

Reminding me to cry,

Speaking gently of a fresh start,

She’s held a decade of my tears,

Yet through the ages,

Has not whispered a hint of her own fears,

How many seeds has she planted?

I once planted one in the depths of her dark embrace,

Now counted amongst the dearly departed,

Yet she cares not for my fall from grace,

She collects pieces of me,

Like light and rain,

That I might return to this place,

When I’m in need of them again

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Aperture v. Exposure

July 3, 2018

I am no artist,

The world is a canvas already complete,

I capture moments as I sit and wait,

While the sun paints clouds like a crimson mane,

The stars emerge,

Engulfing this heavenly domain,

Silvery tears upsurged,

From beautiful blue eyes,

That once shone for me alone.

Rocky ground

June 28, 2018

Once it felt as though this love was forged in the earth thousands of years ago,

Was it a primordial dream,

Or why it’s so hard to let go?

I told the sky

June 25, 2018

I climbed a hill today,

A summit I should not breach,

Yet I couldn’t stay away,

It was the stars I wanted to reach,

Yet they eluded me,

No sparks of hope,

But on I trudged til I reached the sky,

Icy against my coat,

Hands numb and frosty dry eye,

I sat amongst clouds,

And apologised,

Words I cannot say aloud,

For my victim and I are polarized,

I spoke to a cold grey shroud,

Left my words hanging,

In the hope they are found

Will she?

June 22, 2018

When she plants trees,

Will she think of me?

What if the nights are cold,

With no one to hold?

When there’s soup for tea,

Will she think of me?

I think of her,

When I’m by the fire,

When the phone rings,

it’s some one else, my mind is whirring,

A train goes by,

And I can only cry,

Not self-pity,

Although of pity I’m guilty,

Perhaps remorse,

I’m the loser in a race with one horse,

She the rider,

Who hasn’t won either

Dark

June 21, 2018

These winter days get longer,

And I am adrift,

In a season meant for safe harbour,

But what is a day to a week or year,

When I flounder in my own dispair?

At a cruel moment in time,

I plotted this course,

And the path now stretches before me,

A shadow at sunset,

Before the darkest hour,

In a world where nothing lasts,

This one moment is forever,

My only hope the longest dawn,

After winter’s darkest hour

Last rites

June 12, 2018

This nightmare is sober;

Two souls have died,

Was it murder,

Or suicide?

Should love give,

Or take from another,

When two hearts live,

In the arms of each other?

Why shatter your heart,

For freedom’s sake,

Then realise freedom was both the lock,

And the open gate?

This nightmare is over,

Two souls have died,

Was it murder,

Or suicide?

Heralded 

March 21, 2016

  
Autumn just drifted in,

With its bright evening glow,

A swaying shop sign;

Sorry, we’re closed.

Winter is about to begin

Lip sync

November 2, 2015

Where does contentment lie,
When lips crave,
Or say goodbye?
Where the pillowy comfort,
Of the simple kiss,
Asking nothing,
But a wisp of your breath?

A mere puck of a sound,
Conveying more than any weighty tome,
Or the empty wind of words,
Spoken between the loneliness,
Felt only in a bed for two

Scrapped

August 29, 2015

Watching it go,
Last week’s treasure,
Now mere clutter,

And so did she go,

I hoped,

But not even a whimper.