Poetry Blog by Tom
Letter From The Lake
Dear friend
a sigh is leaving me
I can concentrate now, finally
a statue standing on the jetty
the lake’s slow wash below the boards
hypnotising me
I feel freer now than ever
more than I did back there
I don’t know how you toil on
those boiling days below the city
tinned-life crammed searching for air
You wrote of the love you found
that you always dreamed was waiting
head cocked ...
Monday 4th March 2019 7:47 am
Strangers Leave Scars
We were strangers by the pool
there was summer on your skin
I lay low, opened my whole body
in the hope that you would find me
Then taking it the distance
from the shore raised to the sky
there were many sailors scheming
on the bending of your knee
There’s a bridge in your dreams
as it recedes behind a fog
you wonder what it means...
Even naked your body was a silk gown
as you sc...
Saturday 12th January 2019 2:41 pm
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