It comes; the tongue would penetrate, string her up but never does; rolls instead the pearl, & lingers there. 2 The cat, for instance, has her mind shut to it. Granted, the tail flickers & her ears twitch as if she’s heard death’s shadow; next minute tho she knows nothing. 3 …
Month: March 2018
hAUNTED mIRROR
Oh haunted mirror I am on the wall, while you look at me I see the score, I’ve been watching you and your family for a decade or more. Oh haunted mirror I am on the wall, is that movement out the corner of your eye, or is that just me watching you go by….
Love Without Knowing
If I got up and left for good would you cry would you stop and wonder why? Would you stain your pillow with your tears, would you be hollow inside for years? Would you miss the true friend who is always there, could you enjoy not having words from lips of the one that really…
High Up A Church
The man on a ladder is no friend of God though he is high on a church’ s side. He scrapes and paints, and the bare boards are turning white. He was, he said, bored, and the church, God bless the Anglicans, was looking sad. It was moved here for preservation. Its little town shrank…
Head Full of Ache
In the middle of the town With a head full of ache My heart’s sinking low Spirit on ebb. Talk to me, make me sane I’m losing it all and I’m to blame. The street’s closing in. The doors shutting. It is just me, or has the wind turned? Stay with me, today and tomorrow;…
spit
spit that pinch of land just enough between the sky and sea all they needed such a place to sleep out afternoons in dream the trees let loose on the breeze above their breathing skin men and women come to this place this sweep out of sand and shell into…
I am
I am – A ‘normal’ person I am – Therefore I exist I am not a figment of my own imagination I am not a clone Nor replication I am – Totally unique My DNA Belongs to no-one else I am – An alien – Within my own world… I exist Therefore…
2 poems (blood spots – )
blood spots no-one comes as the pen strips the page of content The caterpillar crawls along the ragged road. words are birds in their cages free skimmed like stone out the window the…
WAILING and SHRIEKING
WAILING AND SHRIEKING by Sonya Young Long thin limbs…like twigs…emaciated and scrawny Jutting out arrogantly….from a gangly frame She enjoys the drama of thriving on self-destruct Victim mentality rules her life…blame, blame, blame Reliving old hurts over and over, adding new ones to the pile Bending the poor ears of all those willing to listen…
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there’s time tho to stop; retract the word, your step, back to where/before you even thought of it. no sweat – the hand- gun is/ – and, gone. a fact for a long long/. historians know but not why, by what way you come, some chance! determines. or wanting discipline. the mind fidgets…
two poems –
1. to know him is to love him what goes on but bone, flesh, tight curls; the stories I would tell. Go on: score your nail down. i fear tho i might burst or fold like there’s no stuff to hold me. 2stuff 1 March 2018 there’s now, &…
The River and the Wind
She is anchored to this endless plain; her hair trailing, the dress a filling sail. The hills are a half smile reaching to a purple haze; the river peels the bank. She stood for a moment then reached for the earth. It blew from her fingers and she spun and raised her arms and her…