It’s almost surreal when your back’s against the wall, your toes upon the razor’s edge, one slip and then you fall. It’s the strangest feeling when all the good you’ve done is dismissed as mere circumstance, and everything undone. It’s … Continue reading An Elegy. A poem.
I long for the sea, to feel the bright whispers of the surf and salt between my toes, the sand crumbling beneath my feet. I long to float in her, to move my restless shell along her graceful curves, to … Continue reading Sea of Love. A poem.
Unsatisfied An endless task is finding a perfect fit for the unsatisfied. 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: Unsatisfied. A haiku.
Before me is asphalt, an active metaphor. My journey’s just begun, never ending or undone, upon this path I’ll drive, forever sanctified. On the eternal road of life Your cross will be my guide. I write a lot of poems, … Continue reading Your Road. A poem.
I shivered in the cold snap, persevering until I found the warmth I’d been missing in the safety of your lap. I drank from your lips, an oasis to placate my needs, to fuel these desires with every sip. The … Continue reading In the Oasis. A poem.
Spectrum This tincture of light, these pigments that colour you the spectrum of love. Just in case you weren’t sure, Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable/line structure. Cheers Steve 🙂 I write a lot of … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Spectrum. A haiku.
Upon the cross, through time inured You gave Your life, so pure and true. For mankind’s untold sins and strife, You left this world when time was nigh. Beyond the pale of man’s disgrace, bequeathed the world eternal grace. I … Continue reading Eternal Grace. A poem.
Whence does this darkness dwell? This foetid blight that weighs down consciousness and soul. The ebon pool that hampers thought and confounds me to my core, that pounds upon my limpid door until my head is filled to burst with … Continue reading The Pool. A poem.
The street cars and sweepers, bird twitters, sidewalk seekers, beyond my pane and pain are my riotous alarm call, a doctor’s silicone grip bidding me to womb’s exit to face gelidity again. Trees shading the low-cut sun, her rays breaking … Continue reading Morning Glory. A poem.
Time to move to the beat of a new rhythm, oscillating to the pounding of hearts and minds, lost in thought and wandering at the significance of it all. This, the new drum of existence: the tempo, cadence, meter; the … Continue reading New beat. A poem.
Standing on this scarp’s edge, a precipice, keen and lofty. Stare down with me at unknowing depths, where new enigmas await, an insinuating breeze. Dive with me, together; let the blossoming currents, those flowers of fate, guide our way blindly … Continue reading Diver Down. A poem.
Talk Talk like you want to: let your velvet expletives fly free like the breeze. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable and line structure. Cheers Steve 🙂 I write a lot of poetry, some of … Continue reading Haiku Friday. Talk – a lone haiku.
Fingertips slide Along the patina of your skin Seeking gullies in which to hide Crevices, creases and other things Sketching highlights far and wide Feeling their way with rarefied touch Until they whisper to the underside Until they’re lost and … Continue reading Fingertips. A poem.
I was always a square peg, out-of-place in round holes with all the rounded souls. An outsider striving to make his way inside, always locked out in the cold. A perpetual stranger, dwelling amongst strangers and stranger things, I’d wager. … Continue reading Square Peg. A poem.
The cataclysm, the implosion, the thing that left me frozen. Eking out existence like a hermit crying “why?”, wandering through a wasteland, a prisoner doing time. The aftermath, a dawn, rebirth, the world that to me opened. A brand new … Continue reading After the Cataclysm. A poem.
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