The Quiet Life
I’d rather take the quiet life please Not the so-called one of perfect ease Full of ever flowing trivialities Bounded by time distracting activities
Nature in the waiting
In this moment I’m ignoring the clear blue sky. The half-shy nodding smiles of casual passersby, Bracketed between the silver-touched clouds and The soft silken slop of my feet caressed by the sand. In this moment I’m ignoring the far away wave sounds, Sieved through leaves swaying through the mottled light, Colouring me first autumn…
The 6th Stage
fill out the form tick each box thorough enter start date including end date too. denial? maybe a dose of anger? me I’m always bargaining anew wallowing in followed sadness although i’ll never receive acceptance that’s true. check all of the above because I’ve got each stage applying all the time. yet amidst the transmitted…
I want to hear the tapestry that is your conversation I want to weave quietly the threads between your words I want to sew together the phrases spoken I want to discern the thoughts you’ve left unspoken. Even if I never draw closer to that which you would’ve rather have left broken.
I won’t speak to you of my flaws and fears I’ve no intent to move you to crying and tears I speak so you can catch and keep your breath And know that after me that love must overcome death. For that false love that cheats hides and deceives A mere plastic glove that only…
What happened when you asked?
Degrees? Divorces? Dislocations? So how many experience points Have you earned since you were born? Have you yet enumerated and then worn Them as a charm against more misfortune Another badge showing you’ve now levelled up? More like chains drawn close drowning others deepward Wouldn’t you rather be a light to those that never saw…
a past indifference
You say to yourself I will let this pass through Me. Or else I’ll so steel myself That I am all impenetrability. Meanwhile your life’s words and phrases Dissolve in typeset vowels and letters Meaningless in their unemotionality Cosseted but smothered in dark safety. Until poetry overcomes these fetters Reaching through and touching backwards Overcoming…
We close watch the young and the old Focus on each fluttering eyelid Suspending our fingers over their lips Calling to their warmth against our cold. Hugging our solitary arms enfolded Ignoring the ever encroaching deep While they embrace approaching sleep Knowing warmth shines beyond the ageing cold.
as will you
You will weigh me and find me wanting As I did them. You will see say and try more than loving As I did them. Until the generation leapt calls you to see Your children’s children now set free Until you become the parent seeking Out the hidden children’s suffering. You will weigh them and…
love left alone
If I caught and kept love It would be no love at all Love left dying at last grasp Dust and leaves floating in its wake. If I fought for and left love I would be the one to fall Love lying faithless hope left to clasp At emptiness cleft to my selfish ache. If…
Of course you truly love that other. And expect them to live for you completely Until they morph into that new another The one that doesn’t care even proportionately. Yet think upon this! That bloody minded other Knows full well that living for another Is their one and only true saviour Why? It’s in their…