Poetry Blogs (2014, shadow)
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I could write
a thousand poems
inspired by your dimples
and the shadows they create
Poems that you
Tuesday 12th March 2019 8:17 pm
Old wounds have begun to heal.
This new life feels unreal.
The shadow hanging above my soul.
I was once trapped within a role.
The wounded one full of anger
Dragging his worthless anchor.
Behold look into the mirror.
Now gaze upon your own error.
You thought you couldn't stumble
But it's the season to be humble.
No time for embracing illusion.
The former has reach...
Wednesday 17th October 2018 3:35 pm
Sometimes this fellow follows,
sometimes he leads my way.
At times my closest companion
can still seem quite far away.
I don't doubt he's a dapper dresser,
he's oft spotted sporting a hat,
'though his figure frequently fluctuates
from tall and wiry, down to small and fat.
He is easily seen by moonlight
'though his profile is lower at noon,
and I've known him to get completely lo...
Monday 17th July 2017 8:21 am
The shadows of smudges showing through
Poised over the earth to correct the simplest of mistakes
Balanced perfectly above a tiny peak
Frantically Orbiting all of existence
Waiting to smear words without resistance
Blank, it waits to pull restraints
Exhaling the tides
Ridding the lies the sea portrays
Constantly drifting away
Longing to erase what I ...
Monday 19th December 2016 8:03 am
She runs down the
Catching grasping at her
While her shadow
Words By Dad + Roisin
Foto Tommy Carroll
Saturday 29th October 2016 9:05 pm
shadowed on the grass
sound of the leaves
in a pass of breath
as it begins
Friday 12th December 2014 7:19 pm
A black pen, a worm chewing through
wood, waiting for flesh.
Crunching its way through shadow.
Candle wax on skin
setting hard in its way.
A flick of the wrist
and the ink scratch stains.
Trying to find a way
to communicate with vision.
Spew out, eat up, digest, reset.
Calculating the way with mind
set to epip...
Friday 1st March 2013 12:31 am