Poetry Blogs (Jan 2010, love)
The heat switches between the rooms
From the front of the house, to the back
And on the bed, your curled form is laid
I'm watching the sky as it cries in the street
Blowing my nose and counting the people
They all carry bags of food to their cars
Filled with treats and sweet deserts
All insults to the hunger pains in my chest
As I move to the kitchen, you stir for a second
This day is tur...
Tuesday 26th January 2010 11:21 am
The flowers unfold
as I pick the rose
walking in the park
way after dark
with my boyfriend.
I lift the rose
as i climb the fence
wondering what the passer-by thinks
of me and my boyfriend.
he lends me a hand
as he stands on the pavement
smiling with his eyes
this handsome man,
the passer-by stops
as i be...
Tuesday 19th January 2010 9:21 am
I sit alone
you do not sit with me
i sit alone
i do not want your company
i sit alone.
i stand alone
you do not stand with me
i stand alone
you do not stand beside me
i stand alone.
do not stand behind me
do not stand before
do not stand
do not sit
do not walk
do not be beside me.
what ever I do I do alone
Saturday 16th January 2010 6:32 pm
Into the roll me down roll me over,
Of the folds of silken softness,
Of the long lost and forever,
Nowhere can find me out.
Moon and sun are hidden from me,
As my eyes close in the exquisite pain,
Long hours of neversleep or dream,
Sweet breath exchanged one for another.
Tangled cadence of liquid after music,
Surging rhythms pulsing to the a...
Wednesday 13th January 2010 1:12 pm
You are lovely,
Down and lovely, down and down my Darkly.
Kiss and kiss and kiss again my dark, my lovely,
Perfumed sweetness of a moment passing,
Deep within the gentle of your eye.
Love like the darkness comes a dancing,
Passion joyous, flying upon the wings of night.
In the ...
Tuesday 12th January 2010 1:58 pm
What do you wear Claire in the morning?
What do you wear Claire last thing at night?
What do you wear Claire?
Would you dare Claire?
In your underwear Claire
Doesn’t that feel right?
Would you do it just for spite
Like you did to me last night
You know just the right things to say Claire
Yeah, you certainly have a way Claire
Don’t wanna be without you
Friday 8th January 2010 4:14 pm
Artist talking to artist
As Light to Light
No outsiders hearing
What viewers have in sight.
The colours of the paintings
Reflects the artists thoughts
Though the onlookers never know
The artist’s. Mind.
Artist talking to Artist
Like words from a book
One slash here, a line there
A rounded curve
A landscape. A portrait
Of dots connecting dots
Sunday 3rd January 2010 12:43 am
Uncoloured by perception
Created by Truth.
For in truth the ‘outsider’ artist
is neither within nor without
but above all, and reaching up.
Reaching not looking
Not looking for, but knowing
And being the one person they are.
For truly all artists
Whether within or without
Are seers – historians Judges
Sunday 3rd January 2010 12:33 am