Auburn
On another empty Sunday Afternoon, he takes his notebooks From their dusty shelves to read Through his past again, and find The exact point where it all went Wrong. He… Continue Reading
Patience
This dying is too slow, From cradle to grave, When they crave rest. Is it now, in an hour, Tomorrow, in a year? Weariness is never the Same as patience…. Continue Reading
scale
the horror of it is beyond imagination whatever pains we live these will be greater time is now when the real scale of the catastrophe becomes apparent to all but… Continue Reading
Mistrust
He won’t believe the shape Of what he sees on the page Unless he has watched it Being formed by the hands Which claim its origin. The aura of mistrust… Continue Reading
rescue
when time is unrolled from its cardboard tube the fabric of history revealed as a flat plane linear and fixed documented and past the edge the end of that flat… Continue Reading
Magenta
These days, it ebbs And flows, My magenta mood, The colour of melancholy, Fear, lack of belief, A sense Of senselessness. Today is a day when The mood is a… Continue Reading
Rigid
You would almost believe It were still summer, the Sun fierce in an azure sky, And the olives swelling on The single tree in the English garden, the birds Singing… Continue Reading
Scintillating
That day, he thought he had won Her over with his scintillating lies, The stories he made up of a past he Never had, of lives and loves only Ever… Continue Reading
Overflowing
He wakes up five minutes After the autumn equinox, the Blanket of day mute and grey Around him, The silence of This place stretches out into the City, a cloak… Continue Reading
Acquiesce
Another decision Corrodes in his Quiet despair Under the smile, Indecision Ever-present, the Sense of being Carelessly left Eviscerated. R 22/09/2023 07:50 Quietly, he lets her take Control of him,… Continue Reading