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.
I’m mister brusque, mitigated by your infinite charm. I’m the wallflower waiting for your effervescent sunbeams. I’m the wall of condescension, you’re the ebullient ladder. I’m the aching pit and you, You are my fulfilment. I write a lot of … Continue reading Fulfilment. A poem.
Is love hard to find? In today’s fast moving and super-connected society, it can be. And for those of us who are shy, awkward, socially inhibited, or just plain old, it can be dang near impossible (yeah, old people use … Continue reading The Year of Living Dangerously.
More alike than we like to think. Along a chasm of separate worlds, here we stand upon the brink of more than lowly words. I long for you, for a subtle touch and you long for just a thought. Perhaps … Continue reading The Brink. A poem.
I hear you, I see you; your mirror face tells no lies but hides the truth, like a waxing moon hiding the sun from the subtle stars. I hear you, I see you, I hold you; you are wine within … Continue reading Keepsake. A poem.
Explain your editing process. What works best for you? Do you take risks? Are you objective? How have you taken the poems through its steps to completion? The Song Poetic. A poem about writing and editing poems. The toilet provides … Continue reading On Writing and Editing Poetry
My heart was torn, tiny pieces shredded like origami shapes fluttering on the wind. Just like every paper person in my overcrowded mind, an overcrowded sea of paper people, with shredded paper hearts, like origami shapes fluttering on the wind. … Continue reading Paper Hearts. A poem.
I waited and waited and hoped and you arrived. Without acclaim, without excess, but not without baggage of your own. Seared with silent wounds in mirrored grace and Savoir-Faire. And all the waiting and the hope, all the self-hate and … Continue reading Arrival. A poem.
You are the meteor slicing my heavens to the quick, scorching my atmosphere without regret. And when you hit my ground cleaving my earthy heart and spreading its detritus far and wide, I’ll willingly accept your carnage with arms as … Continue reading Meteor. A poem.
All my dreams returned to dust whence they sprang, embittered and tweeted into the ionosphere. I am guilty of a life lived lost, of times counted down but launched anew, in an empyrean embrace. The All or the Nothing is … Continue reading Anew. A poem.
Embalmed. A Haiku. I’m embalmed by life. I will lie in state for you to consume your fill. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable structure. Okay, okay, I know you know that already! Cheers Steve … Continue reading Haiku Friday. A lone haiku.
This indolence tosses me like autumn leaves, mere whispers in the breeze. Corkscrewing ever round, intoxicated by thoughts that reminisce amongst far flung ports-of-call. These empty seas would remit me unto an isle, stark, sun-bleached and worn, smoothed by time … Continue reading Signal Fire. A poem.
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