angst is what keeps me going,,
fears hoist me up like bones
nought more live to my ears
than the dirge dread intones
yes, I've read those books on
the dark influence of stress,
yet, which school to follow?
I'm more confused, not less
finally I plumped for Sigmund,
he uses my curlers for a perch,
common sense is his forte and
he saved me years of research...
Friday 9th April 2021 11:02 am
This poem is for all those who find this life a trial. Keep on keeping on, as someone once remarked.
Buried in the Sunlight
Eleanor played the pipes as a piper should,
flying light with grace and flair and swing,
with airs like a wind band in the deep greenwood:
dancing her careless heart towards an Appalachian spring.
All who knew her, all for whom her life seemed bles...
Monday 5th February 2018 12:52 pm
Barely living through the dance of night
Tiger-stripe trapeze in savage growl
Swiss diligence with eerie eyes
From corridors of incandescence
To alleyways of guttered candles
Room with nothing but lonely memories
Ghosts, horror, the present, the past.
Everything changes. Nothing changes
Memories and wishes.
Two children play in the ashes
Monday 9th February 2015 10:02 pm