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
Tag: Poetry
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.
Now and then
Now and then-
A pleasant tide and day
A hand through those curls
Finger across the atlas
Swirl away and away
That lock of hair
Now a compass
Now a star drawn map
Do you see?
Now and then, a possibility?
Early Rains
My shadow the only shade;
I run home to open windows.
A crow laughs over seven lanes
And flies seven streets,
A hand through my hair!- it’s just breeze.
The airs cool when the lane dips,
And soft rain drips glass buttons.
