A meteor shower, frozen
asleep on the empty road
I gauge the feeling on my arm, how cold
the pulse of the night wind
give me a homeland
this ancient crooked tree
no one replaces you
give me a homeland
my lips are chilled
dreaming
Tag: Poetry
In the image
I write poetry for pictures
They’ll say it all,
Play it subtle & soft
Keep it ambigious, keep it safe
They’ll hide, what your afraid of saying
Birds of prey
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
Meld
A face dripping daylight
A seaside cafe
Nursing dregs
Over a story
The skyscraper spire
They wear clip on ties
The unseen order of things
Talk of war, sugar in darkness
Hungry
Once boxed
Deep in the midst
Of falling leaves
Winter fog
Floats off our coats
Baring shoulders
Morning coffee
The night grows longer
Still hungry
Night Walk
Journey by moonlight
As it spills through the highway
So many boulders
Yet,
The river finds it’s way.
The blues
Blue balloons
Drift to hide,
Covered up in
A blue sky,
Shimmering,
Burning under glaze,
Brush strokes
On a vase.
Silent night
Cold moonlight,
Solemn grasshoppers,
A dog barks
At his own echo.
Tradition
Ancestral farm
Children sort stones,
Good from evil
Dry Fountain
Old haunt by water
My shadow slips,
Fall to starless night
I’ll walk your footsteps
Steal them for mine.
