The sea is grey.
Thick and clouded.
Steep drops and
Jagged slate cliffs
Are hidden by the
Misted sad water,
That from time
To fleeting time,
Will give glimpses
Of the sharp pearl
White bones of those
Who were foolish
Enough to swim
The sea of absence.
I’ve got to tell
You this.
You won’t like
It though.
I can’t make it
Any less.
Than the truth
It is.
Or more than
The lie.
That started this
Sad tale.
I can only hope
For you.
And some time
To tell.
This small set
Of words.
That mean so
Very much.
Or maybe nothing
At all.
It is a problem
I quite agree.
There is not
A simple solution
That I can see.
Perhaps we can
Just ignore it,
And hope that
Time will heal
This irksome split
It might be true
They say, bliss
Lies in ignorance
So eyes closed
And forget this
There is no problem
I quite agree
At least not one
That I can
See.
There is a noise
Coming from another room,
A ringing buzzing sound.
I think it might once
Have been called a phone.
And people used them
To talk and stay in touch.
Sounds like a lovely
Quaint little idea.
I would have loved
To see this phone in action.
So you’d think I’d be pleased,
That an old handset is
Chirping away in the dark,
Somewhere in the maze
Of this rambling house.
The only thing is,
Unless I am wrong,
You need two people
To make a phone call,
And I am the only
One left.
Thank you so much to everyone who comments, likes and reads. Means so much to me that someone else understands my scribbles 🙂 I’m going to make an effort to visit all your blogs (if you have one) too and return the favour. Again, thank you. Cat,x
I’m scared
Very much afraid
I can’t get away
I run
Walk
Hide
Fly
For miles and miles
Still I never escape
I’m afraid
Very much scared
That I can’t get away
From myself.
I keep my little checklist
Neat and folded in my pocket
Every where I go it comes
Anywhere I stop it stays
This small scrap of paper
Might seem so unimportant
To me I need it more
Than anything you have
To offer me in return
I can’t tell you what
I have written on here
The only thing I will say
A tiny glimpse just for you
Point one on my checklist
Just says ‘breathe’.
She tried to leave
But the door
Had already gone
So she settled
Down to stay
But the chairs
Went home some
Time earlier
The floor was clear
Open and wide
So she decided
It must be a dance
And stood ready
Waiting for her
Partner to come
Forgetting if she
Could not leave
He could not
Arrive.
Things are racing
Past me
Blurs that might be
Shapes of importance
Don’t wait around
For me to see
I miss you
And so many other
Things I used to know
Now you are all
Nicely coloured
Lines leading
Back to somewhere
I can’t go.
At my window every night
I see that same shadow
All the lights change nothing
Only the sun scares it away
That familiar patch of darkness
The hole in the stars
That has become as regular
To me as the passing of days
So, I’ve come to dread the time
I look to the window
To find the shadow
Has gone
Then it Started 