The Past Is Silent
The past is silent, An old film. There are memories but no voices. Pictures, filtered, Fade in and out With a rare combustion of colour. We have forgotten more… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
The past is silent, An old film. There are memories but no voices. Pictures, filtered, Fade in and out With a rare combustion of colour. We have forgotten more… Continue Reading
When you wake You will be a teenager,Somewhere between a child And an adult.Difficult.For you, and for me. A strange thing, growing up. We think we know who we are,And… Continue Reading
Not so much thought as thoughtlessness. Emptyingmy mind to be you, to see like you, to feel like you,to find something you might love. I leave the station, and follow… Continue Reading
I thought I could just shrug it off,from one day to the next,a story, a place, another quest done,tick the box, move on. It’s impossible. I was there, years ago,steeped… Continue Reading
monochromecolours gonedimensions dissipatedno up no down no forwards no backwardsno black no white no shades no shadows no referenceno horizon this is not a veilit’s a wallthis is not beautyit’s… Continue Reading
The last few mornings, tired,I have crawled across the bed into the space you left,To wallow in your warmth, in your scent,For just a few momentsUntil I hear you downstairs,Rattling,… Continue Reading
The stars shift. Orion glowers.The Pole Star wanes and stutters,Extinguishes a gap in time,Bridges an nth dimension,Red and pale. The night shivers behind the moon, Its dominant light nothing but… Continue Reading
The morning, This morning,Seems the same until the sunFalls in through the window at a differentAngle, and life becomesA foreign country. All you know is what was, Never what is… Continue Reading
How do I grab seventeen years of words And wrap them into one pageWhen I can’t remember each detailOf that day you came to lifeAnd we shared cold toast and… Continue Reading
We passed the thieves on the road,Our hands full of silver,Their faces gold in the dying sun.We were faster than they,Horses against donkeys,Petrol against diesel,Honesty against truth. We pretend. A… Continue Reading