Like The Seasons

 Cherry blossom petals torn from the tree, One epidermis shed in preparation for another, Stripped bare by cold, remorseless winds; This Spring made Winter in a mixed up morning. I see it all through watering eyes, alone, The sleek grass topped by sleet – a poor man’s dew – Grapples at my shoes, pulling me back, Or, perhaps, relentlessly pushing me away: I no longer notice the details I once savoured. My mouth is dry, tongue hanging lifeless, limp, An overactive imagination shattered by simple truth; Like the seasons, I have been found wanting Without ever realising I was … Continue reading Like The Seasons

Dripping Away

 A dripping faucet marks the seconds in accumulating mercury pools, slatted silver flashing through Venetian blinds to stripe those huddling globules in divisions of time; they won't be divided, won't be categorised for convenience. Every dashing, steel behemoth shakes this pool, every footfall of every thing sends shivers, judders of reality from this grouped liquidity. One might call them family how they strive to be, or, perhaps, just droplets of water caught in a sink. Continue reading Dripping Away

Paris By Night

 She illuminated, Resonated within, A clash of styles Made stylish, A painter’s hand on all. Paris by night Gleamed with the subtle Uncertainties particular To the French, A coquettish disregard, An aloof perfection. She dazzled without trying, Glowed without reason, Held me spellbound As I admired her architecture, Her curves, Her perfume. She said her name was Paris, Then turned off the light. Continue reading Paris By Night