Proud Limp

August 18, 2014 Leave a comment

Limping away from
My reaching hand
My luring hand that would
Catch you and
Heal you and
Teach you to sing
You broken thing
Proud
Pinhead eyes burning
From withheld tears
Feathers tousled as if
The time when you flew
Was only today
Refusing to choose
My cage over yours

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Hands

July 22, 2014 6 comments

clockface_by_stevie_gill_flickrGentle hands caress so lightly
Never noticed, slow and lithe
Until, accelerating, they leave traces
On our faces, carving smiles and frowns
Spinning idly
Marking ups and downs now in a whirr
They blur, the past is slowly seeping
Through the deep’ning cracks
As soon we will be meeting
What their points describe:
A scythe

Image under creative commons by Stevie Gill of Flickr. Thanks for the gorgeous picture, Stevie.

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Experimentalick

July 12, 2014 Leave a comment

It is when you think
Declaring you an experiment
Is a promotion, that I know
I just
Know

River Reflections

June 6, 2014 Leave a comment

River by Axel-D of flickrIncapable I lie
Unsleeping
Unfighting
Un- everything
Floating
Seabound
There’s a carnival on the shore
There’s a war
There’s someone I love
Running, shouting
Stopping, panting
Everything passing
Shrinking, vanishing
How far to the sea?
I ask no one
And where was that place
Under the weeping willow
Where you sat and
Sang and
Held out your hand and
Where I didn’t
Climb ashore?

Gorgeous picture by Axel-D of Flickr.

Night Tune

May 13, 2014 1 comment

For fun (mine mostly) I have turned my poem Night into a tune. So if you’re not easily scared, give it a listen on soundcloud.

Painting by HelaLe at deviantart.

Late

April 22, 2014 Leave a comment

5290454504_3c1708463eIt is the quiet hour
Before birdsong
And I live
Another day
Probably
Safe
It is the wee hours
When I miss you
Most
You
Figment
Swaying like gossamer
In one corner of my mind
—of my eye
Clouding my view
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Shapes

April 3, 2014 Leave a comment

typewriterAh my beautiful friend
If only you knew
How much I love to
Write letters, post them
Secretly
Into your mind
If only to say
That all your amazing words
Were made from the same
Squiggly shapes

Love
S.

Image provided by munhitsu at flickr.

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