Muse. A poem.
Fingers dance Rhythm and rhyme Enticed from wood And strings of steel Peerless sensuality Entranced, sublime The muse alive in me Music is my true love. And it loves me back, assuredly. Continue reading Muse. A poem.
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One Day. A poem.
When I’m here Alone (as always) Projecting random thoughts Internalising fears Rejecting self I think of you Though you know me Not at all I live in hope That one day You will Unrequited love. It lives on in our hearts and minds, the very minds that hold us back from expressing that love. And so we carry it inside, hiding it away, dreaming of the day we might set it free. I write a lot of poems about it. Someday my torch will burn for all to see. Until then, I will continue to smoulder and write and dream. Continue reading One Day. A poem.
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.
Remnants. A poem.
Remnants Rusted and decayed Painted with dust and tears And hues of better days Faded now, weathered By sun and rain in countless ways Of waxing moons and waning dreams Captured in a photograph Like a long forgotten elegy Spiderwebs … Continue reading Remnants. A poem.
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.
Driven. A Haiku Trilogy.
Obscured Drive into the fog Feel the way, your headlights bold The road obscured Consequence Lights are up ahead Highlighting consequences You down shift the gears Path Your fate in reverse Go back up the road you came Take a better path Continue reading Driven. A Haiku Trilogy.
Who Are You? A poem.
Who are you? Are you what I make you? Are you the sum of dreams and fantasies? Could I cope with your reality? Would you live up to my fevered imagination and expectations? Would I live up to yours? Who are we? Perhaps it’s better off unknown Lest we disappoint ourselves Continue reading Who Are You? A poem.
The Yoke. A Poem.
The yoke weighed heavily I toiled the fields of my responsibilities I saw others dance and play all day and night And I was filled with envy And I longed to cast it aside So that I too could be free And one day I did I cast the yoke unto the dirt And my load was lightened And I joined the dancers in their revelry But while I danced into the cloying darkness By the empty light of a sullen moon My fields grew fallow And my crops failed And the subtle pangs of hunger Slowly turned to starvation … Continue reading The Yoke. 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.
The Question. A poem.
It’s a question One we all ask ourselves When no one else is there to ask When we think God is no longer listening When we feel low When we feel empty When we feel betrayed When we are hurt and in pain Why? Why me? Why is this happening? Why are you doing this? But while all questions deserve answers Answers are not always forthcoming Because life is not a Q and A session Life is not a simple straight line Life veers and sways like a fraying rope bridge over a bottomless chasm Life gives and life takes … Continue reading The Question. A poem.
Chris. A poem.
He shined On every stage A voice that made you Take notice A guitar Burning and churning Changing lives Through music But inside Thoughts and pain Burning and churning Shadows and rain Low Black hole sun Dragging down Crushing him Who could see What would come To be To take a life So unexpectedly Into the superunknown Exit stage left Now rest Continue reading Chris. 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.
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