Category: Poetry
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WaterLove
Dripped as if from a tap, Freed through a broken dam, swam through a flowing river, First escaped from a cloud. Risen hidden to the sky, Cast invisible into steam Frozen like caught sparks Fell eventually to a stream. Poured out into the ocean, Love vanished now so free.
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Turn me into poetry
I could turn everyone I meet into poetry But that would assume everyone I meet touches me. Meanwhile I stay hidden quiet in my non-controversy And even those few that do rarely evoke me Into any semblance of phraseology. Meanwhile I stay hidden silent in my inexpressibility! Perhaps you can discern yourself afterwards Recognise the…
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the burden
A resurgence ! Finally, at last From jobs passed, an old residence A new venue, with fresh company While many hidden burdens renew. Except for that suitcase you can never unpack Because the burden on your back is always you.
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After the bushfire (a lamentation)
Ahead the greyed road snakes sideways Sunlight dappled left and right plays With the greens of the forest until Dark falls : a bushfires boundary of black. We drive into a grey smoke shadowed forest Peopled by charcoaled trees and deadened branches Silence between us until we reach the town Where there was not a…
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Poetry on the Route 19 Tram
The girl on the tram is sitting opposite me. She can’t see me : I’m seated diagonally she taps her phone I see her fingers reaching Down deep into the heart of what she’s writing. She glances up scans all around looks down again I keep my head down. Meanwhile her fingers nimbly Lengthen in…
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Grieving in Unison
Walking to the shops from a distance I espy A grey coat backed by a pale hand And thoughtlessly I wonder why Why would you ever hug yourself With one hand when you can fake it with two And there is two both crying softly Melded together each other hand’s held Grieving in unison breathing…
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Polite Ignorance
Of course one could endure the sullen silence Of words spoken With no listening echo Penned notes reposted But never returned An unending slow suffocating absence. Of course one embraces the silky acquiescence Of promises made Then never redeemed Accidentally overlooked But deliberately forgotten Polite ignorance too is a sullen silence.
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The Most Difficult Part
Which was the most difficult part Was it the bone-breaking pain Or the striving to heal my heart Was it secretly nurturing a love apart Or leaving yet then deciding to remain Which was the most difficult part Was it before, during and after our time apart Setting aside efforts spent without pain Or the…
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The Final Drowning
The clouds empty Their burden released overwhelms me. The rivers swell Their banks once broken dissolves me. The seas rose Their waves overtopped and suffocated me. Afterwards I knew We all drowned by standing silent and still.
Andrew James Whalan 