Poetry Blogs (fast romance)
my lips crave
the taste of
to spend forever
as your piano.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003
(Published in 'Love', Perth WA, 2012.)
Monday 4th February 2019 3:26 pm
The wave dissipates, the thick royal blue
thinning to stagnant, pissed sand,
where the castles of your hated ran to nothing,
wiped out through smile and dagger-thrust
slicing your waist and bleeding ignorance
as the empty bottles of the deadliest absinthe,
littered through the shingle.
On the horizon in stinking summer sun,
the faint glimpse of another wave forming,...
Saturday 11th March 2017 12:27 am
Events and Time
I guess my feelings don’t really matter, that I don’t need anyone by my side when I’m down or upset or depressed. Don’t you know I’m just like anyone else? Though I’m different I’m just the same inside don’t you see? Do you know how hard it is to live alone and not have anyone to care for you? And when I meet someone who I thought was special, to let her in and trus...
Sunday 26th February 2012 7:07 pm