Day 351
DANCE There is never a last dance. We Swim through the flames between The worlds of death and life and The fear disappears as we disintegrate And merge into these… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: poem
Day 345
Bunkers Hill To crest the road here Is to risk losing your balance, And to skid down the remorseless Slope with no control nor hold, And even to descend upright… Continue Reading
Day 342
Ruined Summer ruined the medlars While we revelled in the heat Naked and smothered in sweat, Their leaves drowned in the sun And their roots suffocated in drought. Autumn came,… Continue Reading
Day 341
check mate the pieces the square two-dimensional in plane three to touch and sight scent and sense monochrome puppets asleep in a wooden box without holes to breathe would it… Continue Reading
Day 338
THE MOTHER OF DEMOCRACY Who has stolen my hours, My fountain, my ink, my words? Precious little light, and the candles Sputter in the low mist on The brow of… Continue Reading
Day 333
ANGLIA SQUARE The irony of the undertaker called Stork, The slide of the street into the city, The Square under the flyover That’s not a square, and where the Buses… Continue Reading
Day 330
PRETENDING I pretended for two months That I’d never been in love. I handed her prosecco With my hand in a white glove. I tried to make her want me… Continue Reading
Day 328
THE DAY We walked the day off our feet in the rain When the darkness came, and more yards Of words fled from the pens we flexed In the half-empty… Continue Reading
Day 325
THE FORGETTING Kett’s spectres, on a 21st century November Evening, in the quicksand wet gloaming, Falling leaves and the remnant of days On the forest floor, chasing around the trees,… Continue Reading
Day 324
illogic something always turns into something else every time something starts and something ends and something’s in the middle fractions would never allow us to get to a final destination… Continue Reading