Succinct. A haiku.
Can you be succinct?Shave a long story shorter?Perhaps, you could try. For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Succinct. A haiku.
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Circuitous. A poem.
Circles and circumstanceWinding upon themselvesThese constant continuitiesInto which we dive and delveAll roads lead to Rome it seemsWhich brings us back to hereThe point of origin within And source of all our tears For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Circuitous. A poem.
The Merciless Tide. A poem.
The merciless tide Pulls you deepYou may curseIts indomitable gripBut to no availThe ancient current The rip that dragsAnd fetters youCasts you ontoUnknown shoresWhere every soul’sJourney ends For more poetry, click here. Continue reading The Merciless Tide. A poem.
The Photographer. A Haiku.
Artless, next to youYour composition, texturesLeave me wanting more For more poetry, click here. Continue reading The Photographer. A Haiku.
Obtuse Glory. A poem.
Lying hereIn obtuse gloryThe morning blushesAnd burnished motesDance across the roomWonderingWherefore art thouWandering in tincturesOf blue or red or greenWhen we both should beLying hereIn obtuse glory For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Obtuse Glory. A poem.
Testament. A haiku.
Hear this testamentLast lines of ageless regretFind faith and forgive For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Testament. A haiku.
Perilous. A poem.
PerilousDark clouds aboveIn churningStorm-painted skiesAnd here I am, in betweenBlack depths belowIn churning,Storm-blown seasPerilous For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Perilous. A poem.
Fractured. A poem.
A fractured existenceBroken bones/broken heartEnduring, crawlingStriving to forgetOn splintered limbsForged in pain and regretTime heals allBut feel the filigree linesAll cracks and calcified Where movement grindsAnd creaks and groansTo melancholy rhymeReminded constantlyTo heal, one has to hurtBreaks and sprains, a … Continue reading Fractured. A poem.
Vacant Block. A poem.
Here lay a vacant block,Strewn with the detritusOf travellers, neighbours,And vagrant necessity. Overgrown and empty,Awash in a sea of cynicalDisregard and circumstance.You found it there,A fine purchase, almost lost In the crowd of lotsAnd auctioned showpieces.You bought the block and … Continue reading Vacant Block. A poem.
Another Day. A poem.
Another day and dollar downIn the exhibition of yearsTrials and tribulationsMeted out like punishmentsConfined and minimisedResigned and popularisedAnd every walk aloneIs a walk nearer the edgeThat threatens to toppleMansions to the groundAnd make mountains From molehills So I persevereResilience found … Continue reading Another Day. A poem.
Exit Stage Right. A Haiku.
You lost, fair and square Your soliloquy is done Now exit stage right. For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Exit Stage Right. A Haiku.
Primal. A poem.
I rise to the occasion Dragged forth from Primordial ooze Fashioned from mud And precocious instinct Who are you to say Who I am or who I should be Just because I’m not The way you envisioned me I am … Continue reading Primal. A poem.
Wounded Heart. A Poem.
Alas my wounded heartLimped homeward from the warThe bayonets dug deepRevealing every jaded flawMy long recoveryMany memories to store A traumatic state of mindInfected deep within my coreAlas my wounded heartOne day you’ll rise againTo walk the fields of No … Continue reading Wounded Heart. A Poem.
Weightless. A poem.
The core of beingScooped out Like ice creamLeft to melt it seemsOn the kitchen side Sugary, sticky residue The uncomfortable remainsOf purpose and memoryJust a smearWeightlessA hollow shellA phantom Walking hallsSandwiched covers onA pageless memoirA fiction without meaningWithout character Revealing all and nothingLeft in betweenWeightless For more poetry, click here. To find out more about my poetry books, click here. Continue reading Weightless. A poem.
Juxtaposed. A poem.
How can one’s surrounds Be such aching bliss Where all the light and shade Should meld as one, sublime? Yet inside, the cloying dark; The whispers and the thorns That tear a soul apart And leave the shell to die? … Continue reading Juxtaposed. A poem.
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