Essence. A poem.
The essence of you Like perfumed tea A higher state of being Rain falling on the sea And the solitude of trees Taking me away To a far better place The essence of you Continue reading Essence. A poem.
Category: Writing
The Lesson. A poem.
Fitter than I’ve ever been Big, tanned and super lean All it took was one little tear And suddenly I’m geriatric Limping like an old man Bent over and wizened Amazing how an injury Can make the years catch up … Continue reading The Lesson. A poem.
Not Without My Calf! A true story of cows, muscle fibres and underinflated ego.
Today, I tore my calf muscle. For those of you not familiar with the calf muscles, they are not part of a cow, but located on the back of your lower leg. They are important for balance, walking, running and generally being human. When you tear your calf muscle it normally happens high up on the back of the leg. It’s similar to an Achilles tendon rupture – you could be walking or running and then you hear a pop and feel intense pain. In my case it felt like the muscle had left the bone. The muscle has major tears in the fibres … Continue reading Not Without My Calf! A true story of cows, muscle fibres and underinflated ego.
Flutter. A poem.
My heart beat Skips Flutters When you’re near Not a heart attack (At least I hope not) Not indigestion (Couldn’t be) Butterflies Nerves Anxiety Confusion (Obviously) If only I could Pull myself together Long enough To tell you How I Feel (Not the indigestion) Sometimes I’d like to punch Myself In The Face To wake me up So I could tell you How much I need you But by the time I get through All of this You’re gone Damn Continue reading Flutter. A poem.
The Dark. A poem.
The dark encloses me It is bloated and vampiric, just fed And I am a foetal ball of fear Nested in a womb of my own making And from this poverty of light There is no escaping Perhaps there is a tunnel’s end That in my blindness I cannot see But until then The dark encloses me Continue reading The Dark. A poem.
Memento. A poem.
The rain falls And every drop Is a memento A moment of you Remembered And merging Into a pool Of longing That grows By the hour Until the sun Comes out And every Shiny fragment Disappears And like you It’s gone Continue reading Memento. A poem.
Copyright Means Rent.
This was a submission for a uni course I recently finished, answering a question about Australian copyright law. I included Alpha Girl and Beta Max because copyright law is pretty dry, and I don’t actually say that much about it here. … Continue reading Copyright Means Rent.
Movie. A poem.
How dark the walls That hide our shadows Dancing in the light Of images cast brightly Mapping regions lost And angst so bold To fill sedentary lives With excited sobriety Continue reading Movie. A poem.
Last Breath. A poem.
My very last breath Suspended and succinct Drawn fatefully in duress Through a lifetime of failure And subdued success A turn of the corner Like a turn in my eye A fitful melancholy Forever present in mind My black dog companion Always here by my side The pall of loneliness More expansive than pride Who is there to remember All the good that I did All gone now, replaced By a requiem of sins And what now of love? In truth, all I needed That unrequited soul To whom my heart seceded This very last breath Perhaps like this will … Continue reading Last Breath. A poem.
End. A poem.
Time Is inexorable It marches implacably And bears witness To its end Continue reading End. A poem.
Survivor. A poem.
Survivor You seek the truth Perhaps you’ll find it So full of survivor guilt In time your questions Will be answered Survivor You toss and turn at night Reliving all the moments That can’t be changed Will you ever Overcome your pain Survivor Get to your feet Climb back from the brink This is not defeat But a new beginning Only you can choose to be Born again Continue reading Survivor. A poem.
The Sale. Part 6. A short story.
I pushed off the door and bolted to the pantry, glimpsing back briefly to see the flame-haired mistress of the blade standing in the frame as the door swung open and hit the wall. The pantry was bigger than I expected, a central corridor lined with shelves of food products—more like a mini-market than a larder. The old butler was beckoning from a shadowy open space at the end. I ran and dived in. He slammed the door shut behind me. It was black as pitch for a moment, until I heard the click of a zippo and a small … Continue reading The Sale. Part 6. A short story.
Tide. A poem.
Your sins were profligate Rose and fell with the tide But the full moon did wane And the tide it did change You found absolution Nearly drove you insane Arose here in the twilight A much better man Left behind your trespasses Washed away out of sight But reminders remain As they should, of the pain A better man arisen From the tide’s angry refrain Continue reading Tide. A poem.
Dance. A poem.
Do you dance Upon my grave A smile and a tear Washing away the dirt Do you twist Do you turn Arms upraised Do you hate me Do you miss me In a frozen moment Do you dance for you Or for who we were Continue reading Dance. A poem.
This Life. A poem.
This life As much as I hate it Is all I have So suck it up And get on with it Make it a life Worth loving Continue reading This Life. A poem.
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