Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Far from powerless

It's less this lack
than finding ways
to share what warmth we have
to bring some light with words
to watch the stars, to read a book
and finding we are
far from powerless
even in this dead of blackout.

This is a very late entry for Brendan's weekend prompt at toads that I also link up at Tuesday platform.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Louder than silence

not much was said
before we parted ways —
yet the echo
of your teaspoon stirring
still wake me up at night

Linked to Open Platform at toads

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Trying

Poetry is trying
  just like lying
  relates to love
it's often black
and sometimes lack
   anything
but minor keys.
Let it burn you,
   like her letters,
but save the ash

Linked to Tuesday Platform at toads

Monday, June 12, 2017

Not yet driftwood really

I’m both driftwood and
an acorn.
disappointment
and potential.

If only I could
chlorophyll,
I might catch the sky,
stretch and oak myself.
    
Instead I willow
bending way
too
low
not knowing how

       to grow.

For Magaly's prompt at toads

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Perfection

Perfection 
is a pockmarked chin,
the dented delftware,
or a greasy fingerprint
       in a book unread.

Perfection 
is a day between,
the sickle moon
and lukewarm tea 
       shared with friends.

Perfection is what was
        and is.

Linked to Toads


Monday, May 22, 2017

Close to midnight

soon 
it’s midnight… 
silence
sound of nought
but crawl of claws
on gravel 
     footsteps
muted   far    away

laboured breath
from rotting jaws

heartbeats racing
   twisted bedsheets
wet with sweat
    when
suddenly 
    a clock
strikes      twelve

and moonbeamed
from my throat 
         erupt 

howls for blood

Linked to dVerse Quadrille with Victoria