Pages. A poem.
I love books. Here’s a poem I wrote that expresses just that.
Pages
Paper gods
In times of need
Beckoning me back
To places beyond imagining Continue reading Pages. A poem.
Tag: Love
Dog Walk. A poem.
I’ve been walking my friend’s dog, after house sitting there for a week. It’s to everyone’s benefit, as I can’t own a dog where I live and they don’t always have the time to walk her.
Here’s a poem about walking the dog. 🙂 Continue reading Dog Walk. A poem.
Elegy. A poem.
Where do I walk Now the fields are burned And ash rises high in the sky The sun a red blur behind mottled clouds Each ray a spotlight on misery The bodies of the dead Charred and blackened Breaking beneath my feet Whispering as they crumble The killing fields where once we walked as one Now the battle’s done No victors here No spoils of war Just black fields of broken hearts And dust to dust A requiem for our shared defeat In the aftermath, none have won In the new world your will is done And I walk alone … Continue reading Elegy. A poem.
Instinct. A poem.
Instinct Cat’s claws Raking red, black and blue Instinct My soul weeps Until you’re done, you’re through Instinct Leaves me lying The blood begins to pool Instinct Clean your claws Back again, round two Continue reading Instinct. A poem.
Need. A poem.
What I want Isn’t what I get What I need Is your respect Your love, your trust Together wed To put the past Finally to bed Continue reading Need. A poem.
Wedge. A poem.
She is the wedge between my thoughts The foot in my mental door I couldn’t get her out of my head Even if I wanted to And I would Never Want To Continue reading Wedge. A poem.
Illiterate. A poem.
Illiterate, that’s me Unable to decipher The signals She’s sending I’m not stand-offish I’m just not sure How to interpret Italics, san serif and cursive A woman is a novel Written in filigree So difficult to read And yet all I truly need Continue reading Illiterate. A poem.
Forty. A poem.
Forty days and forty nights A season in the abyss That will pass in time Bringing light to your dark An end to this injustice And a guiltless mind Continue reading Forty. A poem.
Angel. A poem.
I dreamed that my Angel walked with me And we talked at length A gentle discourse about books, music and coffee And on the hill beneath the spire We explored each other shyly Espousing our thoughts in their entirety And we kissed each other meekly Thinking how wonderful this could be Stomachs churning with dancing butterflies Wondering if a love so true could lie I dreamed that my Angel walked with me But it was just a dream And dreams belong to sleep Continue reading Angel. A poem.
‘Love/Hate’ – a Haiku TrilogyÂ
Love/Hate Love, why do you hate? Opposition comforts you Like heat in winter Distance Thirteen miles away The distance might be light years A cosmos to you Landing Heavy gravity Trajectory uncertain Final crash landing Continue reading ‘Love/Hate’ – a Haiku TrilogyÂ
Saturday Night. A poem.
Streets afire with love divine Taking names and stumbling feet Liquor-fuelled lust surrounds Like ships that sail on silken sheets Uproarious dinner conversations Filled with gentle goodbyes And enthusiastic hellos And iPhone intermissions A cello paints the night In shades of blue and grey Pining for the one that flew Internal circumspection played Each over-revved car drives by Panthers stealthy, by light they slept Reanimated by the sunset lie To hunt abroad for civil prey And here I am in bed, alone again Listening to the many voices Of Saturday night retreaded And wondering why I am here by choice Continue reading Saturday Night. A poem.
Wake Up. A poem.
Her eyes Moonlit pools to drown in Her smile Life preserver to save me Her laugh Ecstasy I was addicted to Her love Constant life renewal The dream Don’t ever wake me from Too late Face the truth, she’s gone Continue reading Wake Up. A poem.
Fish Story. A poem.
There are lots of people who constantly lie. This is nothing new, of course. This poem is about them. Continue reading Fish Story. A poem.
Styx. A poem.
A poem about love and sacrifice. Can’t have one without the other. But at what price? Continue reading Styx. A poem.
Time. A poem.
Everything fades, in time. Especially memories. It’s funny how one person’s recollection, no matter how flawed, can become the new version of the truth…This poem is all about that. Continue reading Time. A poem.
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