Poetry Blogs (grave)
An unhealthy obsession
The sombre procession
As loved ones carry your coffin
I think of it often
And never forgotten
Your lies and later confession
I long for the day I can finally say
Here’s a glow stick and whistle
To your grieving widow
And hold a rave on your grave
I’m gonna hold a rave on your grave
Thursday 16th August 2018 11:21 am
As the rains came we followed
As the rains fell we listened
And walked towards the minister,
Passing by the dark grave wherein she lies,
To drop another daffodil, a final kiss from life,
On the pale box below.
And on, to cluster round beneath the trees
Circling the family, rooted by some strange harmony
Of communion: a drifting mass lost in loss.
On the hillside, as the ...
Monday 2nd April 2018 3:04 pm
I'm standing on the string you left me
Not holding on and not letting go
I don't have a strong grip with my beaten hands
So you spin me around until I lose my balance.
I'm so mesmerized by the way you make me feel
Like a diamond that caught my eye
Wrapped up in this web of yours
The more I pull, the tighter it gets.
Why couldn't you cut the rope and just let me fall?
Thursday 19th February 2015 3:41 am
a grated gate by midnight's light
once fell upon a sorry sight
as rain washed out the scarlet stain
the skies bowed down to hear the pain
a voice without a body heard
the sordid tale its waist did gird
one witness found, torn leaf by leaf
Creation's glory sank to grief
a tale no word was writ nor said
into the ground the silence bled
a soaked and orphaned quill remains
Thursday 6th January 2011 12:48 pm