Clouds at sunset
Posted on Wednesday 26th November 2008 8:36 am
Clouds at sunset
Footprints left in wet sand
Dance a path towards a red horizon
Where the sky hangs like fresh laundry
And flutters with a scent
Of clouds at sunset
We play kiss-chase with the tide
Stand defiant at the shore
Shouting demands at invisible ships
Refunds of deposits on message-less bottles
And rude words to shame sailors
This day’s end will not fall
It rises like sunburn
Like laughter that swells
From the belly to the throat
And blushes clouds at sunset
We are vandals breaking up the evening
Leaving nothing but splinters
And a threat of new first light
Your smile is the catalyst
The graceful spark that resists the gloaming
I offer my open hand to the flame
I volunteer my life and will to this moment
This perfect undertow must transgress
Reach skyward and snatch back
Clouds at sunset
Hold them fast in an embrace
That sustains like the ocean’s roar
The chaos music of gull-song
Have our trail remain a joyous, stumbling minuet
To the noise of clouds at sunset



TANNER
Thu 27th Nov 2008 16:47
tar for having a look steve, yeh i agree we shouldnt have rules, thats from a time when i was arguing with a right female twat who kept telling me i didnt 'understand the purpose of poetry' so i was being arrogant back, & turned out i liked it enough to keep it.
deffo - the only debate is, is it any good? it can rhyme, be metaphyiscal, whatever ... and this woman was drab dreary turd bits floatin in a pompous septic tank, i promise you.
performance? i'm shit, ask anyone who's seen me. besides being nasally, obnoxious droning/occasional screeching scouse lil brat, there's also fact that me stuff has no punch lines, cos i like to photograph this marvellous society, so people kind of sit there waiting for a POINT ... oh well