Pause

Time has moved all elsewhere on
Yet here I still remain
Rooted to the very spot
Screaming out your name
With arms raised to the heavens
Man’s litter at my feet
Squirrels nest within my hair
Standing on the street
Perpetually I’m killing time
The way that Beckett knew
Not bothered with the loomers’ line
Just waiting here for you.

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Sentiment empty
Though I still feel everything
Sadly you do not.

Silently sends spores
Creeping from unloved corners
Darkness to be cleansed

Parking

Here where light’s shadows
Languidly lengthen
From sun scarcely rising
Out of waxing slumber
Roan shivers at the touch of words
Spoken by the wind
Where Sycamore give way to hues
Of week old broccoli
Up on the hill
Maple flushes red in anger
At the change
Raging gloriously
While discarded vestiges
Of bygone glories
Congregate in inviting mountains
There to be scattered
Like bones by phophets
That we might read the future
In their fragile forms.

Fortune-teller

A spider hammock hangs
On its gossamer strings
As raindrop crystals tell
Of what the future brings

A Debt

Such a debt owed
Is never repaid
To know love
And the pain of its ending

Whole

Such beauty in its simplest form
Those tears which from your eyes do fall
The smile which after graces lips
At what you feel when sorrow lifts
The knowledge that within your soul
Is all you needed to be whole

Organised mind sought
Life’s innundation managed
Always you persist

Empty frames

Took down the pictures painfully
Hoping thus my mind to free.

I know your life’s already clean
Of every little trace of ‘we’.

So tear up what it hurts to see,
But cannot burn the memories.

Delete me

Slowly,
I become a spectre.
Fade into the background
Words now white noise
Face blurring
Dissolving
To
Nothing.

Everything
Changes