Simplicity

February 21, 20151 Comment

Salmon pink splurge over liquid blue.

A tail that flutters like an eyelash,

sinking to the grass in petulant smoke.

Abandon

February 12, 2015February 21, 2015Leave a comment

It was the remnants of a chilly winter
on the cusp of spring,
the freighter ship glowed
a lonely rusty red.
I weaved my arm through yours
seeking warmth from coat sleeves
as it sunk into a darkness
of forbidden murky greens.
Benevolent acknowledgment of
the spirits of the ocean,
a petrified creature;
as the shrill cry of seagulls
wrestled the breath of the wind.

sunlight in the trees

January 15, 201512 Comments

The branches hang trophies of golden light,
a dusky orange, bled from the seams
streaked like canon smoke

gnarled tree limbs
wave forth from sandy graves
supporting the weight of the sky

the remembrance,
of a misty blue-grey worth holding.

In The Beginning

January 14, 2015Leave a comment

It sticks out of the bookshelf like a shark’s tooth;
gold leaf with shades of chrome, black.
Too loud, too at ease in its own skin.

Lined up like an army, battered and
dog eared volumes traverse the shelves.
I’d fought wars through those pages,
I had ridden through midnight trains,
soared over cities, learnt life’s bitter lessons.
A snow shaker of timeless dimensions
sealed with glue and trapped in paper walls.

Bending with the weight of secrets.

“I have chosen for you.” he says.
“The book that will change your life.”
He points to the hardbound cover creeping
its way out of the shelf,
inching its way closer-
willing me to pluck it down like a ripe apple.

It looks confident.

The book falls with a resounding thud
into my eager hands.
It is heavy, its skeletal structure
digging into the grooves of my palm,
making a home for itself
like an affection seeking cat.

I glance at its neighbours,
wispy and insubstantial like the smoke of dreams.
With the sound of their hushed murmurings
I turn the first leaf,
as the first four words fall from my lips….

winter fire

December 18, 20142 Comments

I reach through;
gravel crunching like
a gingerbread trail,
past the water’s surface
of glazed ice-
the leaves breathing
frost to a cloudless sky.
I feel the rush of heat
on my skin;
flames that creep like ivy,
black smoke spitting flecks of orange
belched forth in midnight blue
and I watch;

watching it burn.

Lost

November 26, 2014November 26, 20141 Comment

You walk among
the haggard battle scars
of mountainous peaks;
of midnight forests
with black cotton stitches
like crows feet in shadow
and ragged crags that weave-
through the wilderness
in undulating waves
of white thread.

To Flutter

November 24, 2014February 21, 2015Leave a comment

We sit under flags

that dangle like octopus legs-

paddling the air like

astronauts lost in space.

One Day

November 19, 2014November 19, 20143 Comments

green-forest-red-leaves-wide They weave fingers of evergreen,
a canopy to shelter
from the bitterness and cold.
Guardians of nature they close their ranks
as soldiers of symmetry;
the sharpness of colour, blinds me
through the camera lense
unfiltered-
capsules of red as paint dripping
floods the forest
in bursts of joyous stain.

The Forgotten

October 23, 20141 Comment

Purple jewels glow on the hillside,
cat eyes in the dark
guiding headstrong travellers on
-to the ruins by the sea.

The ghosts that roam the valley
are but shells of times long past
yet their spirits linger still
-to the ruins by the sea.

As the stormy skies rumble and
the tumultuous waves roll,
they mourn the forgotten;
the ruins by the sea.

The Dream

October 22, 2014Leave a comment

I enter into an arena flanked with red
a celebration of which I begin to write-
the words flow like streams, a dream within a dream
pages that blossom, something strong, pure
and fills me with pride.

But as the pages fade and all is no more,
I wake, wishing I could capture my dreams
for is all simply not,
a dream within a dream?

(Edgar Allen Poe inspired)

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~Teacher, Novelist, Bookstagrammer~

Category: Poetry