Poetry Blogs (communication)
I rung to ask if you are okay
I wanted you to know that I am not
you tell me you are doing fine, then say you trust I am
you want me to lie to you, to say all is forgiven
yes, I can read between your lines
I pretend I believe you, and I say goodbye
I sit still, holding the phone and wondering
what went wrong
Friday 28th June 2019 6:15 pm
Tuesday 23rd October 2018 10:14 pm
Too much was lost in silence
too long the time that winds
between our words of love and passion
with communion only in our minds
Too much assumed in union
of our two souls' mute desires
but I did not see her inmost needs
or hear how quietly pain suspires
I should have peeped inside
while she nightly dreamed in peace
to glimpse her mind's apparel
as it dan...
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 2:14 pm
A promise to you,
if you are willing.
You and I are worth it
No, that's not right
We are ALL worth it
We are all worth the work
and with that work divided
the load is lighter
I would love to meet her
I would love to love her
To see what you see in her
Because I know it's pure and right for you
She is wonderful
I know she is already
There's one thing w...
Monday 20th November 2017 10:12 pm
What words have passed
What meaning cast?
What recall flows
What grievance shows?
What edge is crossed
What friendship lost?
What nightmare grown
What darkness sown?
What text is read
What despair fed?
Wednesday 18th October 2017 2:22 pm
I tried to save you from the world,
but I was too slow.
I tried to put up walls for you.
In places you didn't even know.
But now I'm sitting by myself,
while you're out there on your own.
On the telephone.
I tried to save the world from you.
The light says to go.
I hope you crash into the wall,
that I built to help you grow.
I am surrounded by my boys.
Friday 14th October 2016 6:09 am
too difficult to utter.
We immerse ourselves in seas of frequencies not understood,
On-line segregation ensues.
Our intentions unknowingly communicated in silence,
subtle images suggesting a desire to disconnect.
Our tongues devolve,
regressing from thought.
Cyclical behaviour has missed a curve.
Sunday 17th January 2016 1:14 pm
"Um... (sigh)...I feel, and this is just how I feel, but sometimes it just seems that...and I don't know if this is more about me than you but...it just seems that... (clammy)...do you think that....it might.....we might....I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, but I...uh, I...I may be way off the mark, you know....well, I hope you know....I wouldn't say anything if I didn't care....if I wasn't passion...
Tuesday 8th July 2014 11:09 pm
He loves me
in a modern way. He texts me
almost every day. He posts his thoughts
on facebook pages and finds
my crazy cats outrageous. I think
there is a lot we share; Music, films,
the open air. Maybe he'll make
my life complete. I wonder
if we'll ever meet?
Thursday 1st November 2012 7:11 pm
It's been a long time coming but Pt:3 of The Communications Trilogy is finally upon us. This time concentrating on the dreaded audio device of menace, the telephone.
I've been fairly productive recently so I will be uploading a couple more Poems in quick succession, please take the time to have a look and as always feedback is welcomed.
Tuesday 14th August 2012 1:06 pm
The time has come to upload part two of my Communications Trilogy. This time the subject of my misery is the dreaded letter. A source of comfort and hope to some and a source of pain and anguish for others. As you may have guessed from part 1 I'm writing from the perspective of the pain and anguish people.
I hope you enjoy it.
Tuesday 10th July 2012 1:34 pm
Sonnets are meant to be about romance
You know? All that's good.
But why should form be contained,
can one not make love to the page
in their own expression?
Imagination like a dodgems car,
wild yet bumpy.
And I guess that's what love is,
you can try to steer in the right direction
but there will always be obstacles...
Sunday 15th April 2012 6:49 pm
Communication of the deepest kind
across the depths of undulating oceans.
He wanted words to spread.
Isthmuses and continents are linked.
I didn’t understand until we met
at Poldhu Cove and visited the monument,
With your usual grace, you touched the panel.
Fingertip to bronze,
Monday 2nd May 2011 7:35 am