Sweet Nothing lived for ‘morrow Plenty lived today And when she saw him walking Dressed in scarlet – she in gray She’d whisper to the children And fly above the sky And flap her wings and shudder And stay up past bed-time She’d deplore the clouds with rain So thunder felt distraught And offer words … Continue reading Sweet Nothing
Category: Anxiety
the road walked I
The road walked I Its name Frustration – A panoply of pain And strolled all day The avenue – Of subterfuge and strain Anxiety drove untoward – The palisade of mourning Wanton disregard sustained Via gambolling and cuckolding The chariot perambulates Pray – blessed with new Beginning A world discovered Unto thee – to lose … Continue reading the road walked I
Time is a demon
Time is a demon Brought to bear The cloud above holds rain I look afar And ruminate A simpleton I see What has he done Where has he been A world he can’t explain Destiny Or foresight Controls his place to me If there goes he Then what must I Expect … Continue reading Time is a demon
the shallow lake
I stand beside the shallow lake The water fading fast And hark back to times of yore – They seem so far apart They were days of laughter and of joy Replaced by solemn face Reflected as the water fades Distorted – fading grace The face I see is old and gaunt The face I … Continue reading the shallow lake
My avenue of good
I was sleeping on a park-bench When I saw a man approach me He was weary – I felt tired He had grey hair – I a beard What say you; said the man – Now awakened – we were smiling Suddenly he seemed to be Clean-shaven (just like me) Dumbfounded, I said nothing Quizzical, … Continue reading My avenue of good
where
Are we headed to where we’ve come from - or a place we’ve never been
the bloodstain
The man looked in the mirror - It broke upon his glare He reached out and felt the shattered, scattered glass Bleeding heavily a hand touched his face And his glare revealed a stain That would not wash The hand was that of past tense Bearing its soul and mind Upon eternal now... But then … Continue reading the bloodstain
The umbrella moon
Under the umbrella moonI saw a girl despairThe apple tree - a canopyYet missing 'twas the chair Where could it be; I thought aloudAnd those nearby me heardA head tossed over shoulderA frown without a word The unbeknown, the silent voiceSpoke words I dare not writeThe page – a blankThe stage – the sameFor neither … Continue reading The umbrella moon
Flash from a rose
The petal falls from a rose – The furrowed brow ages A rift from the base – He considers life’s stages The flower matures – The mind turns to what’s been The petal tumbles to ground – If only he’d seen Its colour and scent – He awakes from a dream … Continue reading Flash from a rose
a tear
I stood upon a road I never knew existed And found a pathway for my feet And like a seat I rested Inquisitive as I’d become I asked to where it led Deciding then to traipse along Until I reached my bed Would it be my final pillow Would I see old friends … Continue reading a tear