How strange.
In this time
Of rapid
Destruction.
When I can feel
You. Sense you
At my shoulder.
Partner in unintentional
Crime.
To find that you were
So very
Long
Gone.
How strange.
In this time
Of rapid
Destruction.
When I can feel
You. Sense you
At my shoulder.
Partner in unintentional
Crime.
To find that you were
So very
Long
Gone.
You fractured.
With a beauty fast and
Vibrant, yet achingly
Pointless.
If only.
You had stood still.
Long enough for me
To capture, define and
Distil your reason.
Sit,
With me.
In such radiance
Of pure falsity.
Its shimmering lies
Make me smile.
So come,
Watch, ghosts
Just a while.
I have more
Than one
Footprint.
Many have been
Left.
Far
And wide.
Yet they follow me
Still.
Not a single eye,
Could spare an upward glance.
No flesh gently prickled,
In the colourless morning.
The cracks were small.
Tickling the distance.
Routines fulfilled their role,
The most popular dance.
No hair stood to attention,
In the colourless morning.
The cracks they grew,
Grinning, running wildly.
Life meandered slowly,
So easily distracting the living.
No heart revved its beat,
In the colourless morning.
Oh, the cracks are yawning,
Too wide.
So late.
I’m back.
Sorry for the lack of poems recently, I’ve not stopped writing I’ve just been rather busy. In the last month I’ve got married (Yey!) and been on honeymoon (also Yey!). So it’s been amazing but hectic.
Now I’m back and there is room in my brain for poetry again. I’ll be posting something this evening in fact.
Hope you are all well and will still enjoy my posts.
Cat
No dark ribbon
Whispers,
Threaded amongst us.
A phrase so full
Of twisted potential,
Left straight.
One step more,
A sight of scars
Stays healed.
While you could
Never did you.
Wound,
Warp or
Weave.
You left that
To me.
My mistakes
All,
I own.
Full of
Ready words.
Confronted by
Endless
Open doors.
Unable
To find
Anything
To say.
Or to see
A way out
Of this.
I’m slowing,
Slowing
Down.
I’ll admit that now.
But only because
It’s getting harder,
And yet harder,
To hide
All this rust in the
Sunlight.
Excuse me,
Could you just
Hold this.
I’ll be back
In a second.
So many years.
Often,
I think I hear
Laughter.