Poetry Blogs (2010, Loss)
Nicola Beckett on The Cost Of Your Hand (1 hour ago)
Nicola Beckett on big lots (4 hours ago)
Once in every while
it was so nice to talk to you last night,
I need to hear your smile,
so tender, sweet and light,
not so very often
but once in every while.
once I said 'I'm your man'
you replied how you wishe...
Thursday 19th August 2010 11:48 am
you have left me in a cardboard cut-out world
a rattling pebble chasing the tide
there's a void growing in the garden
a river sobbing down the stairs
snuffed candle incense taints the bedroom
summoning the double blackness again
swimming in shadows
it bleeds colour from the day
time wears away the details
as the photos fill with strangers
Your perfumes t...
Tuesday 20th July 2010 12:49 pm
By your breathless side I left my hope;
as the thick curtain closed and engulfed us,
our future frayed like a worn hemp rope.
In dark deathlessness I’m alone to grope
for a frail ribbon, my own dreams surplus
as by your breathless side I leave my hope.
Black is precise, but my clothing is taupe;
life’s fabric faded to washed out hues,
my future frayin...
Sunday 4th April 2010 2:19 pm
You know it well that feeling,
hating that you’re leaving.
You’ve GOT to go.
First your inhaled breath teases your lungs, not to be regained
till an ever so minute enlightened spark enflames
your tingling nerves endings.
The ach is unbearable as jealous hands squeeze tight your heart
They the same killers and spillers of poison from cupids dart.
The poison ...
Sunday 7th February 2010 10:10 pm