Poetry Blogs (2018, silence)
When you won't back down...
The frequency of silence
That prolonged pregnant pause
Has it been days, hours or seconds?
Not sure anymore
Around this infinite space
The longer things are
The harder they are to face
Still I expect the best
Still I suspect the worst
I'll give in, if you do
You have to
Thursday 29th August 2019 3:24 pm
Where is the magic?
We all start out knowing magic.
We are born with hurricanes and whirlwinds,
oceans and galaxies inside us.
We are able to sing to birds and read the clouds
and see the destiny in grains of sand.
But we have forgotten the magic
and we feel without compass, alone and desperately,
only selfishness, only pain, fear and darkness.
But, magic of love has nev...
Sunday 25th August 2019 4:33 pm
Searching for you
You’re the word
On the tip of my tongue
- tip - tip – tick – tock
You’re the face on my clock
You’re the catch in my breath
Like if I was to cough
Words of you
Would just tumble out
Like if I was to shout
Words of you
Would just rumble out
You’re built into my skull
You’re the clutch over my brain
You’re running through my veins...
Monday 1st July 2019 1:27 pm
i am as a sapling in the shadow of a hundred year oak
try not to breathe, not to stir
i wish to remain unnoticed at the edge of your meadow
here in my solitude
i dare not disturb this perfect silence
inexplicable and deeper than night
nothing casting it
a black shadow wavers in the bright sunlight
it covers the the meadow floor
pulling at my curiosity I am lost in it's mystery
Sunday 16th June 2019 10:44 am
He ghosted me,
then I ghosted too.
spreads like the flu.
Leaves the ghosted
feeling sick and blue
when a loved one
suddenly starts ignoring you.
You haven't a clue
what to do.
So, you stay in bed,
with the covers over your head
wishing you were dead
so you can get some relief
from the ghosting disease.
Eventually, you get up
Wednesday 13th February 2019 5:06 pm
Have I loved?
Yes, on the spectrum,
towards the sacrificial side.
Silencing my soul,
losing my identiy.
crying myself to sleep.
I sometimes think I would have
preferred an easy love
bouquets of rainbow colored daisies,
a passionate love,
French kisses in Rome,
a forever love,
hugs, holding hands,
finishing each other's sentences...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 12:19 pm
She stole his soul
He gave his heart
What took him from his course
What gentle zephyr force
What brought him to the isle
What beauty did beguile
She sought his mind
He felt her tears
What held him to his aim
What subtle noble flame
What kept him on his deck
What held his lust in check
She tempted ...
Thursday 13th December 2018 3:57 pm
This deafening world
I feel the whole world chattering
Cannot break away
Sunday 2nd December 2018 10:59 am
Below the incurious sheep on the hill
that stare at me as they endlessly chew
The sun is warm and I perch on a stone to watch quietly
As it is reflected off the surface of the lake:
the part not covered with pond weed
where flies dip and buzz
dragonflies and damselflies dart
Tuesday 4th September 2018 2:46 pm
This silence brings me to chill, it makings me numb
Giving me cold treatment doesn’t help
You’re giving me a lot of messages I couldn't comprehend
suddenly this breaking me apart
I’m not fooling around
It’s making me insane
Sunday 18th March 2018 2:35 pm
After a pause due to computer woes, I return to the airwaves with this offering. Its predominant theme appears to be the fear of change which, for me at least, is pervasive.
On The Border
The sky's dissolved in enveloping greys,
close as blankets, cold like hotel sheets;
looking over your shoulder as dawn raises day -
you test the gloaming's disdain for lamp-lit streets.
Thursday 22nd February 2018 3:01 am
The Voyager's Song
I see the shoreline,
black and unremarked
sleeping in secret, supine,
an open door, strong
as a broad Yorkshire
weak as rags of sea mist.
Soon I shall fetch upon its sands,
where cold silence reigns
uninvited like the early dawn.
Beside me shall burn,
in isolation and awe,
the last bright flower
of an ancient memory...
Friday 19th January 2018 2:43 am
The large Greek island of Naxos in the Cyclades group is an excellent example of the best of its kind, and in any era: wealthy, influential, single-minded, ancient and beautiful. The narrow passage-like streets of Chora, its major settlement, inspire in some an other-worldly sense of the preternatural, the extraordinary. Hence this speculation.
Out of silence a figure ap...
Monday 1st January 2018 1:10 pm
Today I woke Face soaked Eyes swollen. Today I woke with tears in my eyes. Drenched were the pillows on which I sleep Saturated like my soul… Finding no inspiration to leave the refuge of my bed … I sink deeper into the sodden bedding Dragging the covers over my head. Just two hours of restless slumber…two hours was all I managed. I’m exhausted but I can’t sleep… Drained…in everyway imaginable…dra...
Monday 28th August 2017 8:47 pm
A cacophony of sound beats around
inside my brain, deafening drops.
Sunday misery breaking the silence
of yesterdays. Rainy Mondays,
no hope for tomorrows.
We come and go. We come and go
when the floodgates of pain are open.
Forgiveness closes doors
left ajar in anger.
Time moves forward,
changes are subtle,
Hope does damage to the living dead.
Sunday 16th April 2017 9:12 am
The silence is deafening
I'm not sure when the silence stopped being calming
At some point the comfort of quiet turned into a prison
It's not that there's no sound, not exactly
I think I just stopped listening
Now I can't listen, even if I try
I think I just stopped remembering how
It's not that I can't hear, not exactly
At some poi...
Friday 10th March 2017 5:30 pm
Midday's sun lifts to touch the faint horizon,
a pale discus rolling slowly along,
then gone. The lonely writer, limned in crimson
at her window desk, her ego strong,
her spirits cold as the icy scene before her,
shakes her head, breathes deeply, turns blind
from winter as snow begins its feathery fall;
The heater roars its warmth like an angry hin...
Thursday 23rd February 2017 11:48 am
The traffic fumes and roars, deafening my thoughts.
Bark glistens in wrinkled folds with charcoal accents, smudged.
An electric blue flashes cool and a flood of beauty washes over me
as dark, emerald burrs softly quiver.
A wall of trees shields and deadens all sounds.
Silence beckons me.
Sunday 3rd April 2016 11:24 pm
I walk amongst the trees but who is there to hear?
I whisper and let my voice rustle the leaves until their tremors cease.
Hoarse and weary, not heard, not seen, I wonder if I have ever been.
A Norwegian hillside, a Norwegian wood, I sing your song.
There is much talking but who is there ever to hear?
In life, I roar silently as people pass, unseeing.
Soundless, I mo...
Sunday 3rd April 2016 11:19 pm
You once said
that there were swans on the line,
driting in from subservient shores,
arcing in a ring of pearls.
Blood orange orb deflecting now
the attention someplace else.
We sat languidly, in placid mood;
I picked a fight with silence,
let the stone drop in the shallow lake
and waited for the star to burn up
in a crumpled far horizon.
But I only heard a tr...
Friday 26th June 2015 4:48 pm
Plants were green as a glory
Found in the deepest forests
Feelings were taken over
Confusion was left alone in the dark
Just a glance
Would never be enough
Flesh should have been stronger
It couldn't run with the light
Many words have been left unsaid
Therefore, circumstances turned
Into unexpected fantasy
Suspisious silence knocked at the door
It put fading signs on the paper
Friday 20th February 2015 9:18 pm
When my hands begin to tremble
You’ll place your hand in mine
When my eyes become hollow
That you’ll gaze into them
When I’m at a loss for words
You’ll kiss me so the silence
Can speak for the both of us.
Saturday 14th February 2015 7:18 pm
When I meet her in the night
I had a date with silence last night, I remember what she said
She gently cuddled up to me then kissed me on the head.
She emptied thoughts out of my mind and poured herself inside
Then mercury that had set fast, slowly, began to glide.
No thoughts to fuel emotions and no actions from what’s felt
Then from the top she trickled down and ...
Thursday 29th January 2015 9:49 am
Listening to nothing
Consume my mind
Curled up in a ball
While these words attack
Silence is killing me
But this is the only quiet place to think
Also most dangerous
As the silence grows
I am no longer myself
I am now one of many vo...
Thursday 15th January 2015 5:12 pm
The feather crashes to the ground.
On one leg stands a single crane.
The snow falls without a sound,
And birds quieten during the rain.
Awaiting words to read out loud,
To fill the silence like a shroud
Over my nose, eyes, mouth and ears.
If I don't feel, sound disappears.
There is no noise in the background
No more white stuff, hum or drumming:
The sound of nothing, black and round,
Knowledge of all that is...
Wednesday 7th January 2015 3:46 pm
there's a silence
in the hours
of the first stirring
between the breaking
of light through
and the pale stretch
you traced your own line
where the light dips
and pools in the hollow
of my collarbone
with the narrow tip
of a finger
i take a page
pure in the first fold
and open receptive
Friday 10th October 2014 8:18 pm
I’ve always longed
to be held in silence,
a bubble of darkness
for the ears and mouth
But now, I know.
Amongst the tree-twitch,
where the branches
itch the leaves
I hear far away roads,
the sound of distant voices
that are nothing.
They are silence.
The tread of my boots
on stone, the rhythmic
jangle of loose metal clasps
jar with t...
Friday 9th August 2013 4:05 pm
if a tree falls and nobody is there should it make a recording
so that we all may hear it scream, tweet, so the birds that one day called it home
can carry word of it’s strident surrender?
maybe this tree is happy to fall and rest in quiet reflection
of it’s once verdant splendour, at peace with its latest role
as the newest crossing over the forest stream and
Monday 3rd September 2012 12:12 am
Foreign words spoken,
In the town I sit alone,
Tranquility remains at home.
I can barely distinguish my thoughts,
Between the shouting, laughing,
Blasphemy and snorts.
In the town I search for silence,
In the library a baby is crying,
Is it such a great request,
For silence soothes my brain to rest.
In the town I wish for the countrys...
Wednesday 28th April 2010 6:26 pm