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Ballad of the Lovestruck Bricklayer
When I look at you, I see a future,
a place where our hearts meet, and
each day is a new chance to begin,
building dreams, brick by brick.
We start with the foundations of desire
and the plans for our love sketched in the stars...
Each word and each touch is a piece of a puzzle,
forming a home where love can blossom.
Life may be an unfinished building,
but with you, the construction n...
Wednesday 16th October 2024 3:36 am
Summer Night
Night has descended on the fields
but a summer night never darkens, only shields
dreamers from the day's dull hold
as I am wakeful, bedded cold;
and the trees stretch into the faded sky
Night has alighted on my mind
but a wakened wraith can only stray, its kind
vanish as summer's dusky night flies on
as I am lost beyond my dream horizo...
Tuesday 27th June 2023 4:13 pm
Sealed Units
next door they've got new windows
all triple-glazed for noise and heat
hermetically sealed against society
frost and storms designed to beat
yet other enemies will get through
invisible demons with wings of fire
on those panes reflections of one
mountainous molten funeral pyre
coming round but I'll never be right
lungs crackling like broken glass
legs potent...
Friday 6th August 2021 10:52 am
Epiphany in the Early Morning
Low early autumn sun
a lone long strand of spider silk
stretched across the window glass
above a tiny downy feather like a snowflake
shivering in the breeze
Wednesday 5th September 2018 9:53 am
Time and Windows
This poem is a reverie and contemplation of my mother.
Time and Windows
If the past is a tattered old book,
then why am I a ghost
at my mother's window,
so clear I can sense her mystery,
and her brown eyes, so alive?
Look, I can fly to her
through the high windows
of my memory
until I'm so close that she disappears,
and the curtain flutters silently.
A...
Friday 29th December 2017 10:44 am
Reflections
Reflections...
times and places and being....
always there...
always just out of reach...
glimpses flitting between lenses...
shimmering a way off
in the play of the light in your eyes...
reflecting back
from the window to my soul...
Monday 12th September 2016 10:07 am
The first of January's nights
I was looking at that window thinking
there's someone I love in there -
and she was
I looked at your window later
waving a thousand times -
and yet couldn't stop
I'm looking at that dim lit window
as cold rain struggles to freeze white -
And in there are my mad life's beauties,
as I lean against the first of January's nights
Tuesday 17th January 2012 9:49 pm
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