Me; Orator

Tell me, stranger

–  your eye amplifies me –

Are my words away though,     as I hear them?

blown out      damp as the night air.


It’s owned in my brain; tight

until I speak             and ooze.

An ear of mine cranes, in exile – a dog.

It can     not    near    the master’s voice


that creeps    and climbs    and peaks

at the white hair of your temple.

Attention Seeking

it’s time to move he says
can’t have you falling down the stairs
at every chance you get
attention seeking

our home is perfection she says
looking out over the ocean
other houses hidden from view
and no barking dogs

but they start looking anyway
at hutches and rabbit warrens
neighbours within spitting distance
as they nearly all are

they explore all city suburbs
short list their preferences
a few streets here and there
not many fit the bill

they consider a retirement village
a ghetto for the elderly
while watching their net worth dwindle
but the children approve

Yes they must do something
sooner rather than later
before one of them carks it
attention seeking

‘Immunity Beyond Repair’

Far deeper lies all reason for my churlishness

For most unbridled qualities are seldom seen

unless one genuinely explores the sedimentary depth

of human nature, of pain or the life that has been


“How sad,” they say “Such a broken man!”

“How wrong they are,” say I

When ’tis merely a tried and true antidote for

involuntary exposure to stupidity and ignorance


I feel no compulsion to undergo surgery

To allow gloved hands explore the merits

of an Optorectomy, designed to cut the cord

between perfectly working anus and eyesight


“Such a foolishly fragmented mind,” they say

“We have the technology beyond convulsive therapy

to successfully remove his crappy outlook on life!”

“Really? Why are they so blind?” I ask myself laterally


Surely we have evolved beyond such flawed empathy

Strived as a race, to selflessly understand others

How sad the integrity of bland minds must be

when unable to see, the wallowing value of happiness


*~ Pearldiver ~


Copyright © 2017 Rob Welsh – Pearldiver with all rights reserved.


a layer of cobwebs

sticks to my fingers like candy floss

but does not taste of strawberry

sitting stale and bitter on my tongue

yet cannot be swept aside


a patina develops on surfaces

reflecting only blurred images

the true grain of the wood is lost

polishing no longer an option

cobwebs gather


A sad farewell

I watched alone by sunlit edge
of pond and meadow touching hands
those flirting leaves that twitched and swirled
gold dessication incomplete
while water ruffling to shore
beneath bowed willows’ trailing arms
pushed tender shards of russet brown
to curl contentedly in reeds
no harsh sounds to be heard that day
for everything seemed hushed and still
but autumn whispered in the breeze
and summer hummed a sad farewell


2017 © Lesly Frances Finn


these days there is a shadow on my heart
a stone so weighty breathing is suppressed
such sadness from this time we’ve been apart
and memories of times when we were blessed

no sleep while eyes keep searching in the night
your warmth no longer felt here at my side
without your arms to hold me nothing’s right
no comfort to be had for tears I’ve cried

why did you have to be the one to go
how could I be prepared for such a day
you’ve taken secrets only you could know
I’m left with all these words I didn’t say

dear love, I do so long for it to be
no longer ‘I’ but once more back to ‘we’


Letting Go

This cold, cold earth
last resting place
I heard your voice
you kissed my face
then all was gone
without a trace
in cold, cold earth

This hard, hard ground
no need for sight
for those who lie
in this dark night
not to see again
the sun, the light
in hard, hard ground

Yet comes this sound
there is a sigh
like wind in trees
or the faintest cry
of a flock of birds
in a cloudless sky
yet comes this sound

Away I fly

2016 © Lesly Frances Finn