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Layers
you can't stop it
love gathers dust
its downhill from the end of lust
so hot she squeaked
her touch a scorch
nothing doused my flaming torch
wet mouth a snare
long limbs a web
we knew this inferno could not ebb
ugly but chic
lithe and svelte
a body that would never melt
we sit here now
old and forlorn
wishing we had never been born
...
Friday 3rd September 2021 10:38 am
The Chapters I Remember
The book lies closed now
Gathering dust on a shelf
I look, but do not touch
That reminder of yourself
Better to imagine our life
Dream of better times
Envisage your lovely face
Hum your happy rhymes
Shady bluebells in spring
Red leaves in November
Bonfires and sparklers
The chapters I remember
More novella than novel
Not near enough pages
A ...
Sunday 8th November 2020 10:58 am
All That Remains Is A Mere House
Tufts of dust
Caper about my mosaic glass.
Blotches of ferric rust
Offer me an unceremonious welcome at last.
Things I'd once befriended
Seem distant and cold.
Deaf ears to the chime of my footsteps
Tell me they've forgotten their companion of old.
I wonder when those mellifluous repartees
Turned into hollow echoes,
And the blithe breeze
Into a stiflin...
Saturday 25th July 2020 7:38 pm
Soul Flames & Star Dust
I am sorry
to see you go,
but know you
will fare well.
You survived hell
and have a great
story to tell.
I know our paths
were meant to cross
and count your departure
as a big loss.
Even though you may
drift far away,
your essence remains.
Our lives are
forever changed
from your soul flames
and star dust.
Friday 8th February 2019 3:49 pm
De Jeune
Sometimes, inspiration and imagination have strange effects.
De Jeune
Swallows dive, swoon
like wind-swayed ink drops
down, and beyond the light:
swallowed by the sky,
flown blue, over
road-birds – honed
by simple flight.
Like arrows in Canada
in thunderhead afternoons:
clouds rolling, rutting hinds
in migration, pounding sand-trails,
...Monday 27th November 2017 9:56 am
Poem: Dust (Humor)
Those disembodied remnants,
Earthly remains of unknown souls,
are now assembled at my doorstep.
Having piqued my attention,
who are these unwelcome houseguests?
Loved ones or Nordic heroes
who were consumed in funeral pyres?
How old are these molecules
that have been forever scattered
during these past centuries?
Unwanted leftovers of human containers,
eaten by microscopic mites,
nibbl...
Thursday 21st August 2014 6:18 pm
dust
dust
dust settles
dead skin
I trace my finger
through you
wishing you
were here
not gone
in a cloud
of dust
not spread
across my
furniture
like winterfall
and so
I don’t clean
I sit and stare
at the places
you have been
the places
where you
touched me
kissed me
before the rage
and arguments
...
Monday 23rd September 2013 11:17 pm
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