serenitise my perspective catapult me gently into the peace between lengthening shadows
Category: Poetry
“declare that space…
that hauntingly beautiful space is yours”, he mournfully willed her to understand. The bright lights were off, but he… Read more “declare that space…
the clown shall remain nameless, cough
the falls and the rises the contours of surprises the weeds in their guises… growing inside of me at… Read more the clown shall remain nameless, cough
not sepia
Midnight: she passes the mirror in the hall on the way to the bathroom. It’s dark. But light reflects from… Read more not sepia
but first
the snow covers her stepped thoughts overnight. (The ones leading to that door.) Now she walks across her floor… Read more but first
ash globe
“Please, don’t shake that. Please, please just put it down…” His bewildered tears, her pain-dyed self, folded downward, to the… Read more ash globe
in a quiet corner
O burdens, I see you looking at me wondering what I will do with thee you getting back to the… Read more in a quiet corner
(re-posted in honour of the passing of a young friend)
what a recondite day for a funeral the sky the colour of wind with it’s abstruse way of connecting and… Read more (re-posted in honour of the passing of a young friend)
carol(?)
“how silently, fool me not, tv” the silence leaves not thus. the screams commence scratching the fence and grief hijacks… Read more carol(?)
untitled heart whispers
oh please please help me push broken sentences, how did we get here the empty arms of so many… Read more untitled heart whispers
in honour of a birth (revisited)
Heaven takes a breath then breathes out Love, a Child wakens. Bows of Colour whispered as the air filters… Read more in honour of a birth (revisited)
there’s a season
Spotifying silences most salient playlist preambles this poignant pinpoint of poly- arcs’ pensivity. ’tis the season! the clown rebukes itself… Read more there’s a season
just when you think your ducks are… (revisited)
philosophise me unhelix my mind and then chastise me rhyme my poses retime my proses snap my beak rethorn the… Read more just when you think your ducks are… (revisited)
sacred susurration
sifting spurious screams “sacramental”. Tender Word. Sanctuaried.
forget you (k)nots
(originally posted Dec 2016) ~ attempts to alienate confusion decaf, a necessary intrusion I miss you. float… Read more forget you (k)nots
anti-bio resistance
“Your iron is low, oh so low, just take this supplement, it will help the tempo because you’re not losing… Read more anti-bio resistance
it’s time to sleep
the reckoning and the reasoning and the ripening and then the sneezing the forces unmeasured in the revolt and then… Read more it’s time to sleep
He was on his knees rowing around her, tears pleading, she floating, her lips silently moving composing her symphony and… Read more
(How perfect you are, o purveyor of artist’s soundless voice to express my utter bewilderment at humans’ flailing choice- s…)… Read more
skein
And while she was clawing out the sub conscious ponderings on definition a, b or c of her defeated-ness, she… Read more skein
POETRY FROM THE LADIES
Originally posted on VOICES OF A HIDDEN SELF:
My dear friends, I have today for your delectation something rather special. It struck me how…
she dreamt whispering…
harps in the desert. She bled the ache for unplayed notes on the horizon. She tremored between here and there,… Read more she dreamt whispering…
It’s funny, isn’t it…
the way we nod with our eyes but disagree with the size of an unspoken epiphany and all the snips… Read more It’s funny, isn’t it…
the aching sweetness of pierce…
in childhood. Those tears – crystallised in hovered cadence, unspoken epiphanies’ radiance, beyond the reckoning, the reasoning of fractured eyes… Read more the aching sweetness of pierce…
ineffable
I can’t find the font my mind is speaking in. And then the magpie sang.
you are not alone
Summer stretches out the viscous my mind’s pushing through, enticing me, to take a dive down into the undulating clarity… Read more you are not alone
let’s try breathing
passing around these truths like hot potatoes coming aground on sooths from tenured sayers, this chartered territory is predictable… Read more let’s try breathing
ALP
So after FFP and I figured out how to share this, because I am a bit share illiterate, and we… Read more ALP
title? but I’m trying to restrain myself
Life, its cruise, untils and snooze and streams of semi-consciousness, time and ruse and bills and flus and beams of… Read more title? but I’m trying to restrain myself
the trash man cometh!
calls out my mind as dawn dries briny eyes. O pry not this dream from me! Featured image:… Read more the trash man cometh!
something (revisited)
I need a moment, a moment measured only in light years, the oracular thread through centuries and non, encaptured, enraptured… Read more something (revisited)
ichor (revisited)
Petrichoric bliss enchants droughted inhale. Drenched by Red of sword’s chords. *the sword of the centurion who… Read more ichor (revisited)
what are the words for mothers’ day? (revisited as a Christmas meditation)
a day that’s already bled in (365 times Hallmark) to our psyches’ movement through mountained plains perpetual translating of the countenanced refrains… Read more what are the words for mothers’ day? (revisited as a Christmas meditation)
agapanthus globe
Inverted in space, suspended in the north with a southerly persuasion, my heart grown in two, homes. Bejewelled… Read more agapanthus globe
a breath
the ache in the space underneath notes of healing before their gentle fall onto lifetimes of history’s crawl sounds of heaven… Read more a breath
meditation (revisited)
There, in the eye, Love’s figure, fissured by colours cryptic, satiating, whispered Wisdom – the Calm under millennia, reaching out,… Read more meditation (revisited)
Rs not minding Ps and Qs
pensivity pilots pain postulations quickening quirky quaking quarrels revolving round reforming restitutive recourses streaming sanguine symbols solidifying recidivist’s regaling… Read more Rs not minding Ps and Qs
Dismember the 5th, 1971
flow and ebb lyrics’ webb unseen scales empty trails of light unburst municipal thirst for meaningful muse the clowns left… Read more Dismember the 5th, 1971
with…
outstretched heart I catch the evening as it floats in, on peppered bird song and the undulating breeze, salted- … Read more with…
these…
harmonies pierce with an arching linger from those past knowings we haven’t spent forming familiar sounds, floating on to hushed hearts in… Read more these…
what depths…
do we plumb with our layers of numb? definitions we seek and the rhymings we tweak existentially freeze framed… Read more what depths…
tonight, while 5 year old niece performs surgery…
on her owl backpack, “Doctor Vanessa, she does have blood in her wing so she’ll be fine. But there’s no… Read more tonight, while 5 year old niece performs surgery…
Finally…
she nourished that patch with those flammable tears, from jagged tears and all that bares, streaming arrears the chanting of… Read more Finally…
charming rabbits
Leaning on the picket fence, (because, they ARE so comfortable) my mind handed myself a cup of tea, the one… Read more charming rabbits
Scrambling…
through her mind’s thesaurus she searched for other words for her wrists, singed her edges smouldering, smoke fringed internal edges,… Read more Scrambling…
my…
journalled scars He tenderly reads, these slicing s i g h s, He stitches and breathes, my anguished cries, He… Read more my…
your music
lines my lungs ~ A challenge by Davy which you can find here at the Go Dog Go Cafe, writing the world’s… Read more your music
i love you. life is short.
the inner circle of my mind’s eye likes to think that they are friends my inner ear with the binds… Read more i love you. life is short.
this searing boxed energy is sapping my strength I try not to see the inanity’s length that goes on past… Read more
the deafening…
quiet of the mirror falling breaking into shards of rain The welcome filling of unwelcome cracks in the… Read more the deafening…
