Fires burn hot but rarely last
What remains is just embers
Our own love-volcano cooled
I wonder if Julie remembers
She went from heart to zero
Furnace turning to ice floe
Soul out of fuel and cooled
Flames flickering with woe
She was temperamental
Blew cold with the best
All or nothing the norm
I got chilled like the rest
She went from heart to ze...
Tuesday 8th September 2020 11:23 am
It started when you saw me with Moira
Taking coffee in a bistro in Maine
Old friends innocently chewing the cud
Rendered yu distraught, quite insane
Two and two does not make five
Whichever way you try to slice it
Time to chill and cut me some slack
Or I'll reach for my hat and quit
Of course you know Moira perfectly well
I went to school with her brother
Sunday 16th August 2020 11:24 am
The still quiet air
The freezing touch of his hand
Death is by my side
Friday 12th October 2018 4:06 pm
This poem carries faint echoes of winter in a Mediterranean climate, in this case the South West of Western Australia; limpid skies, stormclouds threatening, people in overcoats walking hastily. Rather like an English summer, I would have thought!
And Now I'm Old
And now I'm old as softening apples
left forgotten on a sideboard
after a windy day,
the murmur of the evening room...
Thursday 19th October 2017 11:09 am
now start breathing,
everything around is around for the same reason.
Catastrophe, catastrophe its all the same feeling
i'm too old to move on, i'm too old to keep dreaming.
When to move on is to grow and to grow is not leaving,
in a promise land we grow, and speak of the same reason
we speak of heaven and hell like they're not the same demon.
Well to move...
Monday 15th May 2017 3:45 am
Sometimes in this world we need to be broken
It is only then a new life can be woken
Stripping away all that is damaged and lost
Forgetting the past and what it has cost
Listen to the unspoken words of your soul
Rise from the ashes and aim for your goal
Believing in yourself is a good place to start
Is it time to rip the questions apart?
It is not always the stron...
Tuesday 14th July 2015 4:58 pm
None of us are immune from these clammy shadows
of ghosts that pursue us from our long, long agos
with drafty whispers teasing our ears at night
leaving as quickly as we are seen to take fright
well gone before any help comes to hand
nothing left for others to grasp and understand
So under the protective tent of covers we go
at least that way our googly eyes will not sho...
Thursday 6th August 2009 3:11 pm