Poetry Blogs (quiet)
I hear the pitter patter outside my window
So soothing and melodic to my ears now
The rain outside is pouring down
Creating a melodic soothing sound
I again start to finally breathe
As this cleansing process sets me free
The noise it makes charms me
Often helping me see clearly
I long for Autumn to soon come around
It's the rainy season, I have found
The water trickling from the sky
Saturday 8th September 2018 11:20 am
My frustration never ends
It butts in like a question
And Tuesdays are so blind
To my hopeless, heedless mind
I want to fall
Into your endless, open
Wall of discomfort
Front seat never looked inviting
But I enjoyed the thought
Of sitting there anyway
I don't want to stand in front
I wanna catch it on fire
There's no show I want to see
Or be I j...
Thursday 5th July 2018 12:38 am
The lake is still in the evening sun
A little breeze make the longer grass sway on the bank
and a ripple disturb the surface:
A mayfly lands
A swallow drinks and is gone before I see
With a rattle, a duck takes off from behind the island
Then it is still again
Beneath the reflections are fish
Sometimes - but not yet tonight -
A circle of ripples flows out from a rise
Monday 15th January 2018 3:40 pm
The cage she’s in is paper thin,
She sits upon her perch and then
She cries, a chirp, a whistle, a hymn,
But no one hears the bird.
The world she’s in is waging war,
She cannot try to match the score.
And now, she screams out, “Nevermore”,
But no one hears the bird.
Flutter as she might, she fails,
Falls to the clutch of someone else.
And then she tries to r...
Tuesday 14th March 2017 5:05 am
A lot about her,
yet I know nothing about her.
She shapes words
but I hear emptiness
and all that exists her mouth is air.
She gives me carbon dioxide
but little care,
little advice or help,
Just ambiguous comments,
large words meaning nothing
and letters sounding silence.
Monday 11th August 2014 11:01 pm
I’ve always longed
to be held in silence,
a bubble of darkness
for the ears and mouth
But now, I know.
Amongst the tree-twitch,
where the branches
itch the leaves
I hear far away roads,
the sound of distant voices
that are nothing.
They are silence.
The tread of my boots
on stone, the rhythmic
jangle of loose metal clasps
jar with t...
Friday 9th August 2013 4:05 pm
On a bit of a writing spree at the moment...
Usually not a good sign...
Maybe quiet times,
Holding tight, a lost
Limb in paradox.
Floating, timid touching
And left over bone
All quivers, left
To the elements
We talk about
Ourselves in the
Thursday 21st July 2011 1:31 am
Here within lies
of large talons
that tear smooth
a cadence ricochets
off paint peeled walls
of the clatter as soles
strike dry dirt and stone
two sets of eyes
squint and scan
backs hunched low
only darkness shields
Thursday 16th December 2010 12:50 pm