Poetry Blog by Mick Waring
Rebecca Miller on DESK (Thu, 16 Jul 2015 03:20 pm)
From the doorway
Rosanna silently watches her daughter.
Ellen is slowly combing her dark hair,
the September sun just rising into a chill morning,
a small window softening her face
with brushstrokes of perfection,
the chair creaking a floorboard, already old.
The corners of the room
are still in shadow
a white sheet flung sideways at dawn
her sister curled in half the bed
Wednesday 11th May 2016 10:07 am
Telephone against your skin
How I wish I was him.
Glasses perched against your eyes
To be that close and still survive.
The coffee cup against your lips
That I could stay within each sip.
Computer screen facing your breast
You ask a question , it's always yes.
Keyboard bouncing with each fingerprint
To lay beneath your hands again.
Purchase ledger on your knee
Friday 10th July 2015 9:56 pm
You take the sunshine from my morning.
You take the dreams from my night
And you leave your crimson shadow
In every corner of my life.
So many times I’ve tried to be your friend
I know I’ll never try again
This time, this time it’s goodbye.
Your footsteps have always guided me
I did not move away
And your blood red shadow has covered
My every day.
So many times I’ve tried t...
Monday 29th December 2014 10:06 am
On the horizon and blurred in passing smoke
figures move into the distant fields,
and closer the dead battleground
springs red grass blades.
Here the poet silently tiptoes, grieving,
another tear-stained handkerchief,
counting dying gasps and stealing
last words meant for a mother.
And count the words,
Place them side by side
Here I died
Thursday 7th August 2014 8:10 pm
Between us we managed to erect the table and some chairs and the sunshade
The leg of the sunshade went neatly through a hole in the middle of the table.
When the shade was opened it cast a dark area exactly bisecting the table top.
That’s where the sun was. It was positioned to do that.
On the table in the shadow I placed a beer
On the table in the sunlight you placed ...
Thursday 7th August 2014 7:42 pm
I look up she looks away , she looks up , I look away
We cannot carry on this way , same old dance from day to day.
She starts to speak, I interrupt, I start to speak, she interrupts
Both drinking from this broken cup, too complicated to say I need you .
I start to move, she moves away, she starts to move, I move away
Thursday 6th December 2012 10:03 pm
I’m driving my fridge , it’s a terrible green
There are icicles where the heater had been
There’s a snowdrift , and glacier , all round my feet
And ice in the boot
Where I keep the raw meat .
I’m driving and driving far down the road
I can’t see a thing the window so froze and
I can’t see a thing my breath chill...
Wednesday 24th October 2012 9:24 pm