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I can think some portions of the image,
But the words don't exist,
This fear that can't be said.
How the thought can freeze the body,
And not the body the thought.
And any communication describes nothing.
I can say some things that I think,
But others make me mute.
This barrier in my head,
Even I can't cross.
It is like painting a face a single shade of pink.
Saturday 5th June 2021 6:26 am
On cold winter nights like these
When silhouetted flames of orange and red
flicker and sway upon the walls
of a darkened room
The past can find its way back
Seeping out of cracks, long-since filled
Through floorboards, long-since replaced
Soft and hushed,
ingrained in the periphery
The flames luring memories from shadows
to join in perfect ambience
Tuesday 15th December 2020 5:28 pm
In the shadow of sleeping Kings,
soldiers, and poets,
comes another battlefield day,
man against man, invisible wars,
hell’s fury unleashed among trees.
Yet, upon the rocky shore,
angels dance and sing,
reminding us there is something more
Beauty glints among broken things.
Hope is on the horizon.
So on these solemn days,
let us find something...
Friday 27th November 2020 1:50 am
Fields of gold stretch far and wide
Hues of orange speckled with pinks and yellows
Underneath an open sky
You live here in the light
While I place shades upon the bridge of my nose
To block the blinding light
And live amongst the shadows
Sunday 13th September 2020 4:56 am
Living in the shadow
of someone else’s life
is a safe hiding place,
most of the time.
You get to observe,
no fear, no pain.
Fertile breeding ground
to create art, music, poetry...
Until the shadow turns around,
chases you down,
strips you naked in front of a
Do you stand erect
in the blinding light...
Sunday 1st March 2020 5:54 pm
The platinum fog surrounds reality’s vision
From life going about its simple disposition.
The echo of death-screams
Can only be heard
While awaiting for light to give back day in reverse.
Death likes to work in the shadows
Using the shrowd
While firing lustrous tipped arrows.
The lost souls have nowhere to hide
As life can’t see the dark between the living-disguise.
A night filled wi...
Tuesday 6th August 2019 10:06 am
Let’s make a pact
let these shadows hold us
swaddled in secrecy
and breathing quickly
I see you draw in close to me
sense those lips loosening
my foundation questioning
the forcefield of your sly grin
and the delicacy of those fingers
Let’s make a pact
let this moment be our blueprint
to not accept a fading
or a softening of this urgency
I feel that magnetic pull...
Sunday 28th July 2019 7:11 pm
In evening light at still of day
Shadows are sweeping time away.
A man through his window sees it all,
The fading blue, the shadow fall.
At the upper edge of vision
Perfect pearl, divine precision.
As hidden jewel in tapestry,
Shines the orb through the trees.
Two thirds round, white edged, sharp and clean.
The last third blurs into the unseen.
Friday 14th June 2019 12:53 pm
I could write
a thousand poems
inspired by your dimples
and the shadows they create
Poems that you
Tuesday 12th March 2019 8:17 pm
Hey there lonely girl,
what are you doing wandering around
these dark places?
Don’t you know that
evil lurks about?
The void is littered
with those who will use you,
scar your soul for eternity.
Listen to my pleas,
I’m begging on bended knees,
towards the light,
no matter how tempting
shadows may be.
Sunday 27th January 2019 5:51 am
curling wrought iron
and a poet
his foot jiggling
as he gesticulates
shines on wet roofs
on house walls
the sea is rising
Sunday 7th October 2018 9:41 am
Kneeling at the window as if in prayer
He looks out at the night
The surrounding trees are black shadows
Barely seen against the indigo of the sky
No stars shine tonight
But an unrisen moon lightens the air a little
With an almost imagined spectral light
Somewhere over the distant lake an owl calls
And calls again
A late moth blunders against the open window
Wednesday 18th July 2018 12:40 pm
When I have gone
what waits this room
with its vacuum
where I sat?
my chair sits sightless
musing at my absence
midst space bereft
my music play on?
After I have left
ask my empty bed
all sheeted void
about my dreams
my mattress dent
minding my long night wraiths
maintain my ...
Wednesday 20th June 2018 4:39 pm
The Fire and the Rose
If death greets us singly, one-by-one, alone
And asks why we should not be taken back,
The brave will say (or else the wiser grown)
That little terror lies along that track;
Since each knows well he lives in separate rooms
Though sometimes letting others stay awhile,
But still the doorway closes as a tomb
Excludes affliction, slights the sinner's ...
Thursday 26th October 2017 1:05 pm
Under the shadows of the day,
You reach up to touch me,
And I fall into the pits of
Illusion and delusion.
However many times
You have shrunk from me
In the swarted day,
I have crawled up for you.
Can I empty my heart of
The vicious poison
These shadows build in me?
Can you take that from me?
Hearts like this in constant
And disparate movement
Are treacherous at best, but
Monday 23rd January 2017 12:58 pm
I fear the darkness for it harbors all the evil I cannot yet see.
The unseen assailant following the breadcrumb trail unnoticed.
When I walk alone at night my shadow keeps me company. Sometimes, the shadow runs as I still walk slowly. In the shadows he runs, thereafter our shadows dance and twirl anxiously; slowly, our shadow begins to bleed more darkness.
The house of a friend is nearby...
Friday 16th December 2016 4:55 am
I fear the darkness for it harbors all the evil I cannot see.
The unseen assailant following the breadcrumb trail in the shadows.
When I walk alone at night my shadow keeps me company. The shadow sometimes runs as I still walk slowly. In the shadows he runs; slowly, our shadow begins to bleed more darkness.
The house of a friend is nearby, I imagine as I crawl bleeding. The...
Saturday 24th September 2016 7:45 am
of the water
that the rain
the trees bend
heavy with the push
of the fading season,
towards the shadows growing
in the long
fingers of the grass
Thursday 5th February 2015 2:59 pm
the night outside
he is sitting
listening to the shadows
move from room
there are edges
along the corners
of the narrowing room
where the yellow
light of the lamp
does not touch
he is tracing
along the curve
of her wrist
the snow falls
in separate time
Tuesday 13th January 2015 6:26 pm
like horses lost at
the end of a painting.
at the top of an hill
like a debt of honour.
treasuring the sun
without speaking its name.
without telling the full story
Monday 25th April 2011 6:44 pm