My memories and yours, burnt in effigy. They’re digital photos deleted from your phone. The flames lick at them, a contented aftertaste. They hang like meat, smoked and chargrilled. The funeral tailor delivers a final suit in charcoal. I write … Continue reading Effigy. A poem.
Strangers, friends, lovers, then strangers again. Lovers and strangers, but no longer friends. It seems it’s a cycle we’re doomed to repeat. A cycle of madness, one we just can’t escape. No matter how we try to break the cycle … Continue reading The Cycle. A poem.
When I read good poetry I want to write good poetry But my feeble affectations And wanton masturbations Pale to insignificance When compared to Browning, Whitman, Yeats I yearn to write good poetry The way I yearn to read good … Continue reading Poetry. A poem.
Dream in … Continue reading Disconnected. A poem.
Drive across the aimless asphalt, seeking ventures gained and lost. Your hand is soft in mine, the patina of your skin a road map of anxious lines and weary learnings. Today the sun and hills call forth, in a circus … Continue reading Day Trip. A poem.
She died that day, kept all inside, No longer daddy’s joy and pride. The little girl that love rejected, forgotten in her wayward stride. She turned to other things and men and they did have their way, but then she … Continue reading Party Girl. A poem.
Tragedy Tragedy is what those who deter from fate’s path call coincidence. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable and line structure. Cheers Steve 🙂 I write a lot of poems, some from my head, some … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Tragedy. A haiku.
Every thought is a mere grace note, a barely consumed pinpoint in a barely thought out world, an architectural nightmare of unplanned infrastructure and roads to nowhere. But every once in a while, that note combines into a chord, and … Continue reading Instrument of Thought. A poem.
Not the same, not the way it was before, even though it was nothing less and nothing more, it’s not the same. Just a shame it’s not like it was before, even though it could never be, of that I’m … Continue reading The Difference. A poem.
I can feel the jagged terrain of your knuckles on my face, the force of mountain slides delivered on winds of fury and ever-reckless contempt. Should I return the favour or turn the other cheek, as my saviour recommends? I’ll … Continue reading Punch Drunk. A poem.
For far too long have I been bereft, a lonely thing, dragged and left, taken down to quench my thirst, to bitter shoals to do their worst. No sails upon this mast of mine to catch the winds of better … Continue reading Mermaid. A poem.
The Path Thank me when the night journeys into day and the path is lit again. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable and line structure. Cheers Steve 🙂 I write a lot of poems, some … Continue reading Haiku Friday: The Path. A haiku.
Why do you care if I feel more pain than you? Your subtle glance in half-light, barely aware of my passing shadow. How far will your hurt take you back again to rile so hypocritically against the burgeoning gates? I … Continue reading Return to Form. A poem.
Aimless wanderer, where do you wander and what do you see? Helpless and circumspect, lost betwixt light and night. Aimless wanderer What do you wonder In times like these? Empty and argumentative, found betwixt might and right. Aimless wanderer, wander … Continue reading Aimless Wanderer. A poem.
I’m so sorry that I left you to face the world alone. I’m so sorry for the things I said and did, I will atone. I’m so sorry I can’t help you now, in your time of need. I’m so … Continue reading Apology. A poem.
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