Tri-fin cutting foaming swathes in majestic, molten, crashing waves. Off-shore wind: the only stakes, paddling out to meet the break. To take his certain place in line, for the weaving surf to redefine. To forge a newborn legend free, the … Continue reading The Board (Beached, part 2).
The wild surf, like his impetuous heart, pounds and beats the sandy shore, like a pugilist with vanity to spare. Here the relentless, crashing waves make their mark in odd time signatures, in fluid and passionate syncopation, a symphony of … Continue reading The Wild Surf (Beached, part 1). A poem.
You are my focus. Without you I am a blur, a hazy remnant lurking on the periphery of this sun-scorched existence. You are the prism through which I shine. You are my multiplicity of light, an enchanted, technicolour spectrum, illuminating … Continue reading Focus. A poem.
Your bold sweetness leaves the bitter taste of regret, a sensate lamentation, dissonant on my tongue. This saccharine tinge leaves me cold and wanting; a vine that dies from frost that sears the roots black and returns them back to … Continue reading Saccharine. A poem.
Climb. Against the winds that claim this bitter peak, that scrape and slurry and mince no words but enforce dominion and push and pull and drag you down until you can climb no more. Climb. My first book of poetry, The All or the Nothing, is available … Continue reading Climb. A poem.
Feel me here: antediluvian, lumbering. As unlike as we are, an inordinate attraction like opposite magnetic poles, dragging us together like merciless luna tides. Your lightning source code will tame this savage beast, magnetic moments designed to simulate a halcyon … Continue reading Magnetic. A poem.
Why do I always linger longer in this place? Why do I capitulate to my black dog space? I throw the stick for him and he brings it back for me to beat myself again, so he can jump and … Continue reading Linger Longer. A poem.
Dressed to Kill. A haiku trilogy. 1. Dressed Dressed to kill, you are; A fortunate turn for me, can’t avert my eyes. 2. High You float on high heels, that could puncture my heart through like Cupid’s arrow. 3. Gone … Continue reading Haiku Friday. ‘Dressed to Kill’, a haiku trilogy.
U r the heavenly glimpse unspoken. U r the enigmatic mystery unleashed. U r my unfettered tragedy in the making. U r the starving soul to which I’m drawn. U r the the boundless ocean to which I succumb. U … Continue reading U r. A poem.
Strangely surprised: it would seem I believed that I’d be so much wiser from here on, indeed. It just took one glance and I’m back on the teat, pride reined in per chance, all humility. Strangely surprised that there’s no … Continue reading Strangely Surprised. A poem.
Here I am, brought to heel by poor choices and destiny, to learn a well-earned lesson of respect and humility. Here behind this concrete veil, my hope is born anew. All thin facade and curtain call, a life sentence, all … Continue reading Concrete. A poem.
The most beautiful woman in the world smiled at me and laughed with me and had me hypnotised with every sultry breath and swollen, fulsome thought. I was so enraptured that I wanted one single moment of this polychromatic butterfly … Continue reading A Captured Moment. A poem.
Star Shells Sing. A haiku trilogy. 1. Star See the stars above, sing songs of restless passion. I know how they feel. 2. Shells I would take them all; capture all the star-bright shells, cast them on your shore. 3. … Continue reading Haiku Friday. ‘Star Shells Sing’ – a haiku trilogy.
Entwined, we two; encapsulated in a mad statement, read between lines and screamed between pages. A subtle madness, shortness of breath, long, laboured movement and languid, liquid refrain. Teetering on the brink of apogee, into a light that breaks this … Continue reading Entwined. A poem.
Deserted. Desert winds wax and wane around my anxious senses, tinged with the scent of the exotic, the lingering perfume of your passing. I track through the remnants of my wandering wastrel heart, amongst tumbleweeds of loss and regret, wondering … Continue reading Deserted. A poem.
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