The sun sets now.
And you.
Away down that
One clear road.
Round corners and
On, on further.
Till out of sight.
Still.
The scene
Plays on repeat.
Repeat.
Until.
Corners bend
Tighter.
The road
Runs thinner,
Sharper.
And the sun.
Burns red.
Evermore.
And you
Away.
To nothing.
But a burnt
Memory.
With not even a whisper.
Nor last hopeful cry.
Just a silent sinking.
Below the eye.
The last weak yellow ray
Faded out, and
To a place forever changed.
We all awoke.
Fog in the air.
Mist in our throat.
Nothing but blurred.
Matchstick men.
We stumbled and fell.
As feet were lost.
And found.
Till one by one.
In this cloud land.
We all.
Drowned.
Feels so odd, my first night of not writing a poem!
I will certainly still be posting poems regularly as it seems I’ve now started something i can’t stop. 🙂
Next task is the collection and to get cracking on some illustrations too.
Think i *might* allow myself the weekend off, so till next week, have a great one everyone 🙂
C, x
If you can promise,
Never more I will
See your face.
Even in my minds eye.
Or hear your voice.
In whispered memory.
That you will unravel
Yourself from all
Signs that point
To your way.
Making a deal with the
Wind to blow till
You’re gone.
Then, and only, will
I grant you a
Goodbye.
The moon while it slept.
Was silently slain.
Turning the sun white.
With grief and pain.
The blue was stolen.
From all of the sky.
A vast emptiness reigned.
Not a single bird would fly.
So in monochrome life.
A town shuffled slow.
One quiet soul alone.
Knew the curse would go.
Their voice was not heard.
Above each mournful cry.
And in ones, then twos.
Shadow people lay down to die.
The world it turned.
Till the population was one.
With a secret, silent prayer.
Misery lifted, darkness gone.
So in a new colourful life.
Heard loud and clear.
The smiling lone soul.
Sang sweetly with no fear.
Time flies when you’re having fun.
On the 14th February I will have written a poem a day for a year.
I can’t believe how this has flown by, and how much I have enjoyed it. Parts of me, my brain, dormant for too long are back.
Thank you all so much for your support, means the world.
But this isn’t the end really. I’ll be looking at producing the poems as a collection (if anyone is interested 🙂 ) so watch this space.
Im certainly still writing too, this blog won’t stop so stick with me please. The frequency will just drop a little, maybe one a week.
As always, thank you all, and here’s to almost endings and new beginnings 🙂
Cat x
Always.
This was coming.
Since first my
Foot fell
In to this world.
Steps would
lead me here.
Even though
I tried to run it
Became a dance.
Alone not for long.
The wrong person.
In a place, at a time,
Never should
Have been.
Always was.
I even lead,
Chose the tune.
No excuses.
Under my own
power.
With my own smile.
I have arrived.
Where I always
Would.
I offer no
Apology.
If you were fool enough
To follow.
The pebbles use their
Broad blunt backs.
To push up in to my skin.
Determined to relieve
All comfort, from this
Long cold time.
Used as the final weapon.
In the seas wide arsenal.
After stinging sand,
And salt, assailed me
From the air.
Yet nothing it sends
Will move me.
Even weathered
To a shapeless shrine.
I will be here.
Waiting.
When you
Are washed home.
What’s in the bag?
Nothing of interest.
Or that will be
Your concern.
Heavy? Oh it is,
It tires me so.
But I swore an oath.
To me in my mind.
And the only way
I live a day or days
More, is by carrying
The burden, the weight,
Of my sins and woe.
Growing each day,
Bending my back further,
Breaking muscles more.
Could you carry it?
Oh no my dear.
That’s kind
But you have
Your own to hold.
The fingers are round
My throat, creeping
And pressing the skin.
Gaining traction up,
Over, toward my
Painted detailed smile.
Rubbing the colours.
Smudging and smearing.
Leaving just a mess.
Blurred nothing.
No display or emotion
Remains.
Betrayed.
And numb before you all.
By my own unbreakable
Honesty.
Then it Started 