The bridge is never ending and the steps taken slow
Each footfall a testament to the desire to throw himself over the edge
The sound of the...
I pay attention to the horizon.
It is the most unapproachable orbit of all,
it is there I will encounter my unknown.
It will be...
My bright Cosmos, you inspire me to write,
I love the way you move and roar.
Invading my mind throughout the day and the night...
I would not release her
lest she be
an avenging angel,
come from the higher and lower realms.
I would hold her as though...
is kissing the hilt
of the dagger,
that thrust itself
in your heart
that it cannot be...
The silence before was palpable, as pure as the wintery blanket,
swaddling them from the imminent cataclysm.
The crisp, dry air suddenly...
I am a poem that makes no sense.
Read and reread me,
turn me over in your head...
Speak me aloud.
Search for my inner meaning...
Monotonous grey, plastic, utilitarian chairs made his shirt stick uncomfortably to his back.
A small square wooden table with a scattered...
Too fat .... Too thin
Too ugly .... too plain
Too spotty .... too pale
Too broken.... too frail
Too many ....too few...
You’re funny and witty
show kindness unbounding.
Never too complex
You’re clever and sexy,
There is a chapter still left blank, the ending not yet clear.
The body of the story weak,
I will leave my bookmark here
Look down your nose do you?
Stifling a stench,
Go on then- walk past, have a rest
on a bench!
Light up that ciggie you’ve got...
Water droplets giving life to the fog.
A swirling, motherless opaque ghost-grey mist,
slowly rolling with the sea breeze following....
Breaking the silence of the umbrous night,
your voice so dulcet and pure.
Fashions an image of the renewal of seasons,
If walls could but speak of memories past
They would tell of the welcome knock at the door
And ushering in of the folks we adore
In the blackness where only the silver elements see me
Enfolded by the watery glow of the lunar light,
I wait for destiny to find me……...