Poetry Blogs (2014, Self-discovery)
Kind and caring.
How I fall for this disarming lie
Capturing and setting adrift.
A mind so confused
Looking for a missing muse.
There was a sign
Didn’t you see?
A warning of note
But no, you let it free.
Heart so soft and bruised
She doesn’t need to be used
But…it’s her fault
She must bring it to a halt
Monday 17th February 2020 8:49 am
what used to hurt me
what used to scare me
what used to make me curl up on the floor
shaking to my very core
I am constantly afraid that one day
I will come face to face with my mistakes
a tableau of painful regrets and aches
the times I said I couldn’t when I could
the times I said I wouldn’t when I would
the past stil...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 11:23 pm
We sit, splintered against skin:
Hieroglyphs spouting complex symbols
From untamed mouths; bodies
Perspiring pits, dropping brows,
Salting welted wounds;
Trying desperately to be brave,
Behave in ways we have always been seen,
Glean the truth of who we are,
What we’ve become,
What we do, what we’ve done;
Tuesday 16th September 2014 12:04 pm
Who am I?
Am I all my mashed up mishaps,
Looping, creping, paper chaining through?
Am I clogs of wallpaint stains in
Bedded lanes of devine daisy dew?
Am I rivets, ratchets, harsh lines,
Chiseled by stilettoed hue?
All these thoughts, feelings and instincts;
Which are true?
I sup the type of other mother tongues,
And still ask you....
Who am I?
Friday 11th July 2014 6:24 am
"Like peeling an onion" you said.
Over punched pins,
Threading maydays into cloth.
Fingers fumbling at loose seams,
Moth eaten, scrapped themes.
Now, all I am is an empty spool,
Someone's discarded thimble.
Try the pattern again.
Friday 4th July 2014 1:13 pm
Another attempt at my paternal tongue.
Un altro tentativo di mia lingua paterna.
And though I beam with pride as I'm learning.
E anche se mi fascio con orgoglio, come sto imparando.
I'm aware that translated, the metre is wrong.
Sono consapevole del fatto che tradotto, lo strumento è sbagliato.
But this language pulsates to my yearning.
Ma questo linguaggio puls...
Monday 8th April 2013 11:31 pm