He looked left -he looked right –it was darkness he was viewingHe walked a stepand then anotheras he turned to face the airHis face was freckledhe was tired – (was it youth that he was missing)Would a smile findhis mouth and sit there inside of him – or shareFriends – (there werenone) – yet therewere […]
Tag: narrative poetry
Dread
He was sitting on the sofa watching football when she entered standing right beside him in a sundress and high heels She waved her wan goodbyes leaving just her own reflection – the reflection of a fetching woman in the bosom of his mind He sat there blankly staring at the nothingness beside him as […]
Sweet Nothing
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 […]
in the corner of the cafe
I was sitting In the corner Of a cafe in the city When I wondered whatsoever Would become of all the people With their chatter and their laughter They threw heads back with delight Except for this one man With no hair and a beard He stroked it maybe five times Like he was mulling […]
observation
I was sitting by the window of a cafe near the harbour when I heard an old curmudgeon with a cane walk through the door He was stilted – he looked tired as he uttered to a woman with eternal youth – (desirous) – in a sundress and high heels They sat – he kept […]
sensualism 