Just an update to let all four of you know that I’m pretty tied up in a new project. I’ll try not to slack on the poetry.
Have yourselves a lovely day.
Monthly Archives: October 2021
Embankments
Waiting for change is a losing game
Wasting finite moments
Devoid of substance
Shell of a life
Filled with fruitless hoping
Endless coping with loss
Stuck in a rut, the whole world up above
I’m looking skyward
Scream
From here, I’ll go unheard
Flocks
It seems history repeats
Defeated by quantity over quality
Scores of hollow voices, echoing dishonesty
Confidence with ilk in tow
Fools leading fools leads to schools of thought so shallow
Barely scraping at the surface
Herd mentality can help as well as hurt us
Brooding Weather
Rain drumming on the roof
Fingers drumming on the table
Rhythmic, yet ever unstable
Pacing halls for a while
While the sky closes in
Opens up
Then drowns everything
Silent Gardens
Mired in thought
Depths unknown
Lost to the waking world
Wide eyed
Still as stone
Passersby unheard
Blinded by the visions
Reminiscence, mixed with hopes and wishes
Flitting by while I remain
Stationary
Statuary man
Gravitation
Falling less slowly now
The days become a blur
Colour and sound
Echoes of laughter
Captured memories
Flash of a smile
Mind wanders as I travel the spiral
Eyes ever cast forward
“Future”
It’s only a word
Tracing
A breath of air, exhaled against glass
Figure of eight, crude face, traced as seconds pass
While away the morning
Sun peeks over treetops
Greeting me less warmly
Adorned with wool and fleece
Cold nips at my fingers and settles in my feet
Sleepy memories I’d rather put to rest
Rise in the street, shake ice from hair with hands
Already cold to the touch
Free coffee in the lobby of a bank, with some luck
To the back lot for a spell
Roll a cigarette
Snap back to here and now
Shade of Winter
Reaching out into light
Cold night air, clinging at the shadows
Flowers in the door yard
Beauty of the fall
A hard Winter’s warning
Mid autumn morning heeds the call
Frost stalling for a moment
Lingering in darker places
Soon to mist, then gone
Traceless, weightless vapors
Chased off by the Sun
Interiors
Familiar scape
The plains of my reflection
Barren place
Devoid of affection
No intent
Elements in play
Weathering
Wearing me away
Deserts of the mind
Worlds within worlds
No sign of life inside
Light Blind
Quick and careless words
Hurled on the page
No time for thought
Weather soon to change
Storms hem me in
This house and I aren’t grounded
Best not take the risk
I’ve been close too many times
Mere feet from a flash
Lightning left me blind
Right eye, still veiled by the image
Ghost of a moment
Spirit of permanence
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