Back. A poem.

You went away Journeyed far Through flaxen fields And bauxite dust History replayed Without rewind moments A tenseness between Interspersed with Rear view lightness And sanitised propriety A photographic record Of colours and hues Revealing the distance You’ve come and overcome So glad you’re back For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry,Continue reading “Back. A poem.”

Together. A poem.

How can you be? In a universe of complex biorhythmic uncertainty, Where chaotic tides dance And random polarities flicker Like afterthoughts, Where silken geometries Defy natural orders And ebb and flow and dance To fundamental and existential microcosmic transmissions You are the one thing That makes sense Part of the subtle weave That binds bothContinue reading “Together. A poem.”

A Letter.

Hi SS, I know you’re not going to read this. I know these words are simply an elegy sent out into the wires, read by strangers and not the intended. I had never before connected with anyone the way we did. We saw the best and, ultimately, the worst of each other. The ending, likeContinue reading “A Letter.”

All Apologies. A poem.

What did I see? Mirage or destiny? Outstretched hand, grasping for life  And failing so miserably Seems you weren’t the one for me We misread the contours of the land Now what’s left is all apologies  For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly EndangeredContinue reading “All Apologies. A poem.”

Victory. A poem.

Is  victory as shallow as defeat?  Only  if the victor fails to  understand the price.   For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here to find out how to get your copy.  

Finish Me. A poem.

Take that knife, that blade so sharp Plunge it deep and end it all No, you’d rather tinker, play awhile Remove strips of flesh, one at a time Rather hear begging, screams, plaintive cries Rather grin at my pain, lick the blood that drains You have me where you want me, victimised, restrained You haveContinue reading “Finish Me. A poem.”