A restless hush pervades the quiet shore, Though waves repeat what they have said before. No peace arrives to fill the aching frame, Each sunset looks the same, a muted flame. The night drips dry upon a thirsty tongue, While sleepless hours claw where thoughts are hung. Old songs return and circle, tight and thin, Their looping lines grown sharp beneath the skin. The hours stretch, u...

Read and leave comments (2)

This night oh this dark and lovely night where the moon dances with my eyes and till the sun rises again

I have not felt a pain so uneasy as this in years it brings me to the edge of my seat

My heart wont miss a beat

The heavier my eyes grow the more the night glows

And I must refuse to sleep

Body exhausted and my mind a bottomless pit of potential

Thinking of things of old and n...

Read and leave comments (0)

This poem is about growing old.

 

The City Shadowed

 

I cannot remember my name. And

where I came from. Or when I came here.

I am not from this place, this city, and

its silent people, its pale-vaulted sky,

its black shadow silhouettes

flickering lightly across blank walls.

 

Here the bar staff talk in lilting Irish

cadences, and look straight through you

as ...

Read and leave comments (0)