Writing, poetry and more writing.
Up my arms
A shiver at the rustling
Sorting through the keys
We pause and smile
Shimmering in moonlight
Cool breeze swirls around the closed door
A spider with only a thread
Flying blind, I see spider cracks
I bought bright padlocks
For her backpack
A funeral, her first trip
Alone.
Sunlight and breezy leaves
paint the cat,
with tiger stripes
The crickets and
their entrenched audience
drenched street bench
dogs begging right by
the homeless man
a quiet gratitude
in their company
To me, new apartment
To them, old tenants, the past
Left behind in the storeroom
A briefcase- inside pictures,
Undeveloped rolls , fact books
Notebooks and diaries
An entire life, left behind
Tucked away in a storeroom
To be opened later, an entire life
Birds of prey
watching me
Corner of the page
every turn of my life
Birds of prey
watching me coldly
Marking me from trees
rhyming at me,
Every silver lining, spying
strife of the midwives
Archives of the afterlife
calling, wanting and watching
Birds of prey
bray grey cliches
Colour my decay
play games of dismay
The memory of crashing water
where long ago the river
disentangled
no longer reaching
the dropping areca
and I return to the present
searching for end of the gumtape
The aches, the groans, the pains
Backed up & contented, moved & stirred
Wry delight, shakes & hormones
Setup- abstract, scented with torment
Improved is the watchword
Clean up the new house so you can dirty it
Without getting wordy, it wasn't new or thereabouts.
Fluttering bulb
the last dregs of tea
being poured
A book I wore out reading
the pitter-patter
in the sparrows throat
Rising bath mist
Hide memories
The dew on leaves
Clearing cobwebs
A hand waving past
Her eyes flicker
as people run past
her gaze
the length
of summer grass.
let in the cats
till morning hovers
the place where we stopped
being strangers
Her CD collection
now & then
a glimpse of darkness
heatwaves on my palm
I hold it under water
the grinding, spinning world
under my feet.
late evening
our courtship
heads south.
