Poetry Blogs (2013, sadness)
LEON STOLGARD on And in the right hand corner Leon ' raging bull ' Stolgard! (2 hours ago)
I trace my finger
in a cloud
I don’t clean
I sit and stare
at the places
you have been
before the rage
Monday 23rd September 2013 11:17 pm
Tunnelling in the dirt below my feet
I've been digging here all week
carving this hollow so deep
today, I hit bone
This is heavier work than I imagined
surveyed the ground from beyond the fence
And we both agreed that this was right
but now the toil is breaking me apart
As a new day rises
I'm bawling in the shower
never knew I could feel this pain
with the taps turned up to ten
never knew this hurt was in me
Tuesday 17th September 2013 10:40 pm
My heart is a lonely flower aged by pain,
misunderstood by dreams
that where denied by life
A dead flower, forgotten,
inclined towards hope
that learned to give treason a name
there are flowers that bathe themselves in the morning sun,
even for some reason that never existed
And although it is the most humble little flower,...
Thursday 4th July 2013 1:29 am
At the beat of a drum,
The world changed,
Blamed on many,
Caused by few.
At the still of a heart,
The world stopped,
Spun by many,
Ceased by two.
At the loss of a soul,
The world cried,
Tears of many,
All for you.
Dedicated to the family and memory of Drummer Lee Rigby, born July 1987, senslessly taken from the world, 22nd May 2013
Friday 24th May 2013 11:03 pm
The trees, so hidden well by thickened wood,
While senses hide behind the deep despair,
He, ridiculed by those that can’t but should
And persecuted by those that once did care.
As fingers point and clone the loaded gun;
They choose a victim crying on his knees,
To watch him beg for solitude, in one
And disregard his perennial pleas.
The rights and wrongs of progress blister quic...
Monday 22nd April 2013 5:28 pm
Withered flowers fastened to a wasting bench,
Its plaque and pickled paint are weathered long.
The buckled slats curl flecks on harshest winter's freeze.
Where age defies intent to which it did belong.
As passers-by whom in their daily cues entrenched,
They, wrapped in woolen shields, look blindly on
And notice not the broken petals on the breeze,
Nor sense the echo of a parted an...
Tuesday 26th March 2013 11:51 am
Tuesday 5th March 2013 12:00 pm
Everything seeps in, everything leaks, in to this pale membrane.
The air from gestures, the pain and wicked eyes flicker.
The soft secretion of lingering sadness shelters like a veil.
Not haunted though, not lost to anything.
A door left open for a breeze to walk in.
Friday 1st March 2013 12:27 am
A face of steel is easy
When hidden behind.
Lost in false hope,
Drowning under memories
That my shoulders cannot hold;
They buckle in sharp flaws.
Watch me break at dawn
And vanish into dust.
My soul entrenched
Under a cotton shroud,
Unable to rise.
I will never again stand
Time, the only healer,
And I am lost
In forgotten thoughts
As hopelessness ensnares.
And in the dyi...
Friday 1st February 2013 9:31 am