~ Meet me Where the end begins Where we Buried our beaten hearts Where we fell in love Love at first sight! In a moment Where no one sees us But you and me ~
Category: Original Poetry
apples & pears
Being in a position of weakness, of no power, it’s easy for me to be critical; to see thru everything; to praise, to condemn. * Suppose the universe is ruled by a moral force & that the weaknesses, the aberrations – the evil – if you will – are negations, mere bomb holes in…
la rabbia *
for an uncle Never mind sometimes I never answer you. I’m not obliged, even now to respond drop my pen when I hear a foot-fall on the step; or a drum upon – like it was a mouse – the tablecloth: ladies, gentlemen, some discreet caller. When I got home after…
the dying tree
If I thought about the future, mortality; developed feelings, a philosophy; was alternately stifled, lonely; doubtful of the neighbours – I’d fear being felled. Pray for a death one day dozing in a field when all my friends have passed away.
‘Finding Harmony’
Autumn rain is determined to tap against the panes of your soul Defiantly strumming your hair in deep silent reflection: Now is moot For you are lost to wind’s clawing of this moment; gone like fallen fruit Oh detachment, you stole her from me; so easily that labour is done Time’s distance drifts,…
leave us alone
The dead are flexible. Do what you will. Wrap them up in dreams. Memory. The dying won’t budge, are recalcitrant. Clutch at life, youth. My tie, too vigorously. You hear the suffering like waves in a shell; obliquely. II For a week I receive no news, not even an e-mail. It’s…
Lovelace
Coals to ashes at night Sunshine the day Steal the light before it’s seen It’s at the point where all rivers meet and the waters flow in every direction Dream if you can a field Purple orchids in full bloom People gather in the farmers garden A garden lined with black and white roses Sip…
Bookface
I feel sorry for him He created the animal it is It’s like a huge boil riddled with wormholes Transporting everyone’s behaviors In and out share it around It’s not your friend He hopped to the user database at his college Into the library or laboratories he would have gone Somewhere other users were logged…
halfway house
What’s the good of rhyme or near rhyme when there’s emptiness. I’ve tried to, hard, nail in a botched shack on a hill in my head, meaning. Net whatever specimens to fill – a bowl, an aquarium – with. What can rhythm do to tell you that I’m falling into. I draw nice…
the street lights
Leaves are stricken pale. Gold (the interplay of cloud/moon, head- lights) – the flax shadows the letter box. When shall the cat learn? There’s nothing here to be frightened of. The sudden rush of wind, feet, is no threat; do you think I’d let something bad happen to you? It’s…
A beautiful lullaby
I was walking on a road , i saw a bird a bird who was finding someplace to hide his head in the stormy rain he was all alone looking for a shelter and a home A bird who don’t know how to fly he is standing here , in a rainy night sky he…
Rising Star
Cold, Cold night No one to say Hi !! So I look at the sky Clouds passing by Cold, Cold night I look up high Calling my Name A Star in the sky Lonely, Not alone but, I am fine, Said I Stars shining Bright I see them in the sky Sitting on a tree…