Poetry Blogs (room)
The things that never will (or was it the Will that never thinks? Honestly it's been so long that I forgot)
I stargaze in my own room,
with thought of holding you.
The melody of songs I don't know,
make me wonder what there is to behold.
With a gentle laugh,
I stand starstruck by your words.
Like a child I stand below it all,
seeing colour that aren't letting you go,
as the stars paint a portrait of your smile,
I am caught stargazing in my own room.
And the sky turns back to white,
as the cei...
Thursday 25th March 2021 8:03 pm
bragging about them is natural
my main bedroom is enormous
or, you should see our kitchen
you've never heard such a fuss
the living-room where gran died
private places for lovers' trysts,
modern caves instead of holes
in hill-sides wreathed in mists
civilised now, flock wall-papered
aertexed ceilings, marble floors,
don't omit that prerequisite, an
Tuesday 23rd March 2021 10:52 am
thinking in the dark
four walls do not
make a room
a room needs a floor
and a floor
four walls with no door
can keep others out
but keep you in
an invitation in
an exit out
try to decide
which is best
or roll ov...
Monday 8th March 2021 8:01 pm
To hang on a wall of my empty room,
I think I will need a picture of rain.
Hitting the ground, and springing up to ankles,
Rain wets the socks and trousers from below.
My eyes chase along
Roof-edges, streets, sidewalks,
--tick, tick, tick--
Checking all, one by one,
To find a dark brolly,
And a woman in black enamel shoes,
Lightly treading the...
Saturday 27th June 2020 7:47 am
I stop by your house today
And decide to hide under your bed
Keeping quiet and low
So you won’t know that I’m here
I made these visits a routine now
Because I just can’t let you go yet
Despite my best judgement
I can’t stop being in love with you
I can be something special
Something special in your room
Something that you can notice
Something that you ca...
Monday 28th December 2015 6:27 am
Let us say we met in a room: curtained, peeling, private.
Briefly she consulted the winter afternoon,
Reviewed the deadening, leadening sky.
It was discreetly done.
No presences danced beyond no lifted curtains.
Darkness had silted us away.
Words, like spoons, stirred the air,
Thursday 23rd August 2012 3:33 am
ROOM HOUSE TELLY WINE
Time stands still in a front room in early ’95.
The telly is on but the sound is off,
All About Eve plays on the stereo,
soft vocal tones and powerful guitar.
The clock says a time but that doesn’t matter
as here it is timeless.
Bev drinks a glass of wine
while I have the rest of the bottle
and a full bottle of Thunderbirds....
Tuesday 28th February 2012 5:11 pm