Come with me
Where the day's last light lingers
A bridge of moments crumbling behind us
But here, between last light and first night
Your face is gently illuminated
You are at your most youthful
You are at your most beautiful
As you turn away from unflattering regrets
And shadows fade
As your tightly wound desires
Slowly unravel
Penny for a Poem
Original Poems by Amalia
Monday, November 28, 2016
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Liminal Spaces
Liminal spaces
Are strange places
Where weary eyes
Meet eager faces
Where battered suitcases
Lace their way through carousels
And nervous travellers
Brace themselves
Are strange places
Where weary eyes
Meet eager faces
Where battered suitcases
Lace their way through carousels
And nervous travellers
Brace themselves
Sunday, May 15, 2016
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Return
I came home in the rain, only to find
The pain under sheets I had left behind
There it was still, concealed and protected
From time and distractions it remained unaffected
And while I was gone in my new surrounds
The weary travellers, the peculiar sounds
My sight and smell and taste overstimulated
The days too long, the nights inebriated
Of all my senses most deprived
My skin for your touch, as always, denied
The pain under sheets I had left behind
There it was still, concealed and protected
From time and distractions it remained unaffected
And while I was gone in my new surrounds
The weary travellers, the peculiar sounds
My sight and smell and taste overstimulated
The days too long, the nights inebriated
Of all my senses most deprived
My skin for your touch, as always, denied
Old Summers
Lying in a bubble
Bobbing over waves
Haven't seen the headlines for days
Trees sway
Crazy windy
Hair's a tanglin'
Feet are danglin'
Hanging for hot chips
Skip off for a quick dip
Stumble back
Flicking sand
Sipping Campari and lemonade
In the dappled shade
We reminisce of old summers
When we were young and tanned and hot
Everything this summer's not
Bobbing over waves
Haven't seen the headlines for days
Trees sway
Crazy windy
Hair's a tanglin'
Feet are danglin'
Hanging for hot chips
Skip off for a quick dip
Stumble back
Flicking sand
Sipping Campari and lemonade
In the dappled shade
We reminisce of old summers
When we were young and tanned and hot
Everything this summer's not
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Strangely Familiar
How is it
You can be so strange
Yet I've known you all these years?
So many
My mind cannot recall the younger days
And what silly thoughts filled spaces between us
And then there are strangers not so strange
Who wander in clumsily
By the door left ajar unintentionally
You tell yourself
They stay a moment
But they never leave
You can be so strange
Yet I've known you all these years?
So many
My mind cannot recall the younger days
And what silly thoughts filled spaces between us
And then there are strangers not so strange
Who wander in clumsily
By the door left ajar unintentionally
You tell yourself
They stay a moment
But they never leave
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Mirror Image
And what of it?
We are all born naked and remain so
But only in the mirror
And to a rare few
Still, even then, we are not wholly true
Unless you are one that is blessed to see through
And when they meet, these ones who do
All else falls away, only truth remains
In unencumbered glory and unspeakable pains
And so each day, I see in your faces
The lies you store in poorly hidden places
The lies you choose to wear each day
When from the mirror, you step away
We are all born naked and remain so
But only in the mirror
And to a rare few
Still, even then, we are not wholly true
Unless you are one that is blessed to see through
And when they meet, these ones who do
All else falls away, only truth remains
In unencumbered glory and unspeakable pains
And so each day, I see in your faces
The lies you store in poorly hidden places
The lies you choose to wear each day
When from the mirror, you step away
Friday, October 16, 2015
Last Words
They say we die a second death
When final thoughts of us are thought
And so our ghosts trudge on
The tragedy of time unwrapped
Keeping other ghosts for company
Why even the universe has forgotten us
When final thoughts of us are thought
And so our ghosts trudge on
The tragedy of time unwrapped
Keeping other ghosts for company
Why even the universe has forgotten us
Monday, October 12, 2015
The Switch
You switched on the light
And left the room
I'd rather be alone in the dark
Than be able to see
What I no longer can
And left the room
I'd rather be alone in the dark
Than be able to see
What I no longer can
Monday, October 5, 2015
Planet Yesterday
When I sing to ghosts
I imagine you're sitting in the front row
And I'm so pleased that you made it
I know, you're not dead yet
But you may as well be
Like all my dearly departed
You only exist in the past
I imagine you're sitting in the front row
And I'm so pleased that you made it
I know, you're not dead yet
But you may as well be
Like all my dearly departed
You only exist in the past
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Standing Still
Dont pick the flowers
That dance wild in windy fields
They hate to stand still
And look out longingly
by your window sill
Monday, September 21, 2015
That I Love You
I go to sleep to escape you
I go to sleep to find you
And in my dreams your kisses
Elude me,
And so too, my words
Yet I have so much to say
And nothing to say with my mouth
I go to sleep to find you
And in my dreams your kisses
Elude me,
And so too, my words
Yet I have so much to say
And nothing to say with my mouth
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Me and You
The me within me
Housed by flesh and by bone
Not an end nor a beginning
Has it ever known
Housed by flesh and by bone
Not an end nor a beginning
Has it ever known
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Smother
Lay me down inside your warm skin cradle
Rock me back and forth
Slow at first
Soothe me with your Pinot breath
Hot against the arch of my back
Crumpled, wrapped
My dappled room
The shadows and caves we make together
Smell of sweat and well-worn leather
Come my lover
Let me hover
Oh this love
You cannot smother
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Darling
You live in that world
I can read unwritten rules
I see standards notched high on thresh holds
No one's forcing you to meet
But you've swapped your flats for heels
You chose this life
You lost yourself
I don't care to stand on tip-toe
Learn to love me despite this
I have
I can read unwritten rules
I see standards notched high on thresh holds
No one's forcing you to meet
But you've swapped your flats for heels
You chose this life
You lost yourself
I don't care to stand on tip-toe
Learn to love me despite this
I have
Monday, June 15, 2015
Run
There's not a lot
That makes me smile
Anymore
And something's switched off
In the things that use to
Now I have to wonder
Why a walk along the shore
Is just a walk and little more
When once it had the power
To enlighten and inspire
And just lately
I find that your company
Makes me feel lonelier than I do
When I'm alone
Don't take it to heart
It's not you
I need to escape
But I've been running all my life
It seems I'm not a place I can run away from
That makes me smile
Anymore
And something's switched off
In the things that use to
Now I have to wonder
Why a walk along the shore
Is just a walk and little more
When once it had the power
To enlighten and inspire
And just lately
I find that your company
Makes me feel lonelier than I do
When I'm alone
Don't take it to heart
It's not you
I need to escape
But I've been running all my life
It seems I'm not a place I can run away from
Wounded
You said she isn't wounded
But that's because you are
And only broken people
Can heal one another
But that's because you are
And only broken people
Can heal one another
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Transformation
I walk through the grey
My rite of passage
You burden me with generous gifts along this path
And though these gifts I did request
I am not prepared to receive them
Or slay the demons that lurk between the old and new
But I haven't forgotten how
To place my reluctant foot before the other
This I do know
And the new is nearing now
My rite of passage
You burden me with generous gifts along this path
And though these gifts I did request
I am not prepared to receive them
Or slay the demons that lurk between the old and new
But I haven't forgotten how
To place my reluctant foot before the other
This I do know
And the new is nearing now
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Feast of Fear
They served up her dreams on a plate
And tied a bib around her neck
But when the fork approached her mouth
She shut it tight
Refusing to bite
Turning away with a scowl
The revelation and the horror
That she preferred to hear her stomach growl
And tied a bib around her neck
But when the fork approached her mouth
She shut it tight
Refusing to bite
Turning away with a scowl
The revelation and the horror
That she preferred to hear her stomach growl
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Kind of Ugly
She may be beautiful
She doesn't know
Don't bother trying to convince her so
She thinks she's hideous in fact
The kind of hideous that will only turn the ugly heads
With appetites
That will only be satisfied by her brand of beauty
She'll never be the kind of pretty that your kind of ugly
Is looking for
Thursday, May 7, 2015
The Lightening
I slipped through a gap in the curtain of perception
And saw my reflection there
Then time and pain fell away
The meagre crop of hindsight and anticipation
And now, I have now
Nothing but this now
And my light flickers bright
Once again
Once again
It is me that I see
With eyes like flints of onyx aflame
And nothing
Nothing will ever extinguish this light again
And saw my reflection there
Then time and pain fell away
The meagre crop of hindsight and anticipation
And now, I have now
Nothing but this now
And my light flickers bright
Once again
Once again
It is me that I see
With eyes like flints of onyx aflame
And nothing
Nothing will ever extinguish this light again
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Instalife
Roses and cupcakes
And honey-skinned girls in bikinis
All the things you devour
Between chores in your reality
All that you desire
Is just a dance floor for your index finger
Puppies and fiddle leaf figs
Cerulean skies over turquoise water
Hammocks strung between palm trees
And the perfect shade of a greasy red
Smears the rim of a vintage cocktail glass
Moments spill into days
of forgetting where we are
Cluttered by reminders of who we should be
And honey-skinned girls in bikinis
All the things you devour
Between chores in your reality
All that you desire
Is just a dance floor for your index finger
Puppies and fiddle leaf figs
Cerulean skies over turquoise water
Hammocks strung between palm trees
And the perfect shade of a greasy red
Smears the rim of a vintage cocktail glass
Moments spill into days
of forgetting where we are
Cluttered by reminders of who we should be
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Monday, April 20, 2015
Heat Seeker
I am coiled
Beneath a thousand furs
I am spread
Across the hottest rock
I am naked
By a cracking bonfire
Lo
I still shiver
Away from your heart
Beneath a thousand furs
I am spread
Across the hottest rock
I am naked
By a cracking bonfire
Lo
I still shiver
Away from your heart
Friday, April 17, 2015
11.14pm
I'm sipping Sauvignon
You're snoring on the couch
The days are getting shorter
My hair is getting longer
The cat's back from the vet
Minus three molars
Wish I could sleep so soundly
In the pike position
You're snoring on the couch
The days are getting shorter
My hair is getting longer
The cat's back from the vet
Minus three molars
Wish I could sleep so soundly
In the pike position
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Evanescence
Something very sad did happen
To a lively child of five
Too quickly she grew
Turning wild in her youth
Then one April day
When all of twenty-four
She found herself bound, force-fed
With heaped spoons of conformity
Restrained, stored, forgotten
In a tapestry loomed from threads of her waning audacity
Now frayed and worn
My sweet child
I remember you well
You thought stars became daisies in the day
At night you lie beside your window
Gazing at the midnight sky
With wonderous eyes
That knew nothing of tomorrow
To a lively child of five
Too quickly she grew
Turning wild in her youth
Then one April day
When all of twenty-four
She found herself bound, force-fed
With heaped spoons of conformity
Restrained, stored, forgotten
In a tapestry loomed from threads of her waning audacity
Now frayed and worn
My sweet child
I remember you well
You thought stars became daisies in the day
At night you lie beside your window
Gazing at the midnight sky
With wonderous eyes
That knew nothing of tomorrow
Friday, April 10, 2015
We Always Do
I'm watching silly, old music videos
Set in the future
2016
It's a grey day
But the light is stark
And last night's rain clings to blades of zealous grass and clover
It's been a lazy week
My bones have softened
And my feet have shrunk
I can slip into my size nine boots
Without the usual battle
They're covered in glitter
They don't leave a trail
I might wear them tonight
If we go somewhere nice
I'll over-dress
I always do
We'll talk about the kids
We always do
You'll drink wine
I'll purse my lips
You'll notice
You'll shrug your shoulders
Then we'll talk about something else
Set in the future
2016
It's a grey day
But the light is stark
And last night's rain clings to blades of zealous grass and clover
It's been a lazy week
My bones have softened
And my feet have shrunk
I can slip into my size nine boots
Without the usual battle
They're covered in glitter
They don't leave a trail
I might wear them tonight
If we go somewhere nice
I'll over-dress
I always do
We'll talk about the kids
We always do
You'll drink wine
I'll purse my lips
You'll notice
You'll shrug your shoulders
Then we'll talk about something else
Monday, April 6, 2015
Butterflies and Birds
There are no butterflies here
Only wretched birds
That dart from perch to perch
In straight lines
Swinging back and forth with a jolt
Once here, now there
Growing weary quickly
Of this view and that
They know not what they want
Never resting for long
But the butterflies
Oh how I miss the butterflies
And how they hover
Above carefully chosen flowers
Descending upon delicate petals
With tender feet
Fluttering in circles delightful
A little here, a little there
Kissing pollen, remembering fondly every flower
Then returning for more
Only wretched birds
That dart from perch to perch
In straight lines
Swinging back and forth with a jolt
Once here, now there
Growing weary quickly
Of this view and that
They know not what they want
Never resting for long
But the butterflies
Oh how I miss the butterflies
And how they hover
Above carefully chosen flowers
Descending upon delicate petals
With tender feet
Fluttering in circles delightful
A little here, a little there
Kissing pollen, remembering fondly every flower
Then returning for more
Monday, March 30, 2015
Keeping Stillness
I feel the current of life
Fingering my naked skin
With a rhythmic and tireless tongue
And I see
The unstuck
Glistening in rows of nods that delight
A relentless stream of progression
An unstoppable procession
Of marching ambition
I envy them only
For the sights they do not pause to see
And that, alas, the error that fated me
Fingering my naked skin
With a rhythmic and tireless tongue
And I see
The unstuck
Glistening in rows of nods that delight
A relentless stream of progression
An unstoppable procession
Of marching ambition
I envy them only
For the sights they do not pause to see
And that, alas, the error that fated me
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Overstayed
I suppose you'd like to hear about
The ghosts of us
And how they've set up house
In the valley of my mind
Would you like to know
That I can hear them chuckling
As they share a private joke
And how he's always chasing her
Around the garden
When she's trying to hang out the washing
Sometimes I can hear them breathing
Heavily in my ears
But they make the most noise
When I can't hear a single thing
And it's then
When I wish
They'd spend some time
In your mind
The ghosts of us
And how they've set up house
In the valley of my mind
Would you like to know
That I can hear them chuckling
As they share a private joke
And how he's always chasing her
Around the garden
When she's trying to hang out the washing
Sometimes I can hear them breathing
Heavily in my ears
But they make the most noise
When I can't hear a single thing
And it's then
When I wish
They'd spend some time
In your mind
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Warm Chill
Summer's thaw is ending
Your blood clots with the chill
Sloshing through heavy limbs
Cold mornings still surrender to balmy days
Baking smiles
But they're only being polite
For now
The sun knows it will soon
Need to make some room
For frosty winds that arrive like unannounced guests
And make no apologies for the inconvenience
And you'll put away your t-shirts and dresses
There's that blue one with the loose strap that slipped off your golden shoulder
Though you didn't seem to mind
And you remember
How his tender hand reached over
And brushed your warm skin mid-sentence
No you didn't mind
The chill that time
Your blood clots with the chill
Sloshing through heavy limbs
Cold mornings still surrender to balmy days
Baking smiles
But they're only being polite
For now
The sun knows it will soon
Need to make some room
For frosty winds that arrive like unannounced guests
And make no apologies for the inconvenience
And you'll put away your t-shirts and dresses
There's that blue one with the loose strap that slipped off your golden shoulder
Though you didn't seem to mind
And you remember
How his tender hand reached over
And brushed your warm skin mid-sentence
No you didn't mind
The chill that time
Monday, March 23, 2015
White Shadows
White Shadows
Fill the empty chairs in waiting rooms
And stand patiently in shopping queues
They lie beside me
In bed when you're not there
And stand behind me in the mirror
When I'm brushing my hair
I see the White Shadows
They wait until you're gone
Then make themselves at home
They always pin me down
But on the sunniest of mornings
When we're smiling over breakfast
They're gone
I expect them when the clouds roll in
I'll roll out the welcome mat
And sure enough they come a-knocking
My pretty White Shadows
Never knock twice
Fill the empty chairs in waiting rooms
And stand patiently in shopping queues
They lie beside me
In bed when you're not there
And stand behind me in the mirror
When I'm brushing my hair
I see the White Shadows
They wait until you're gone
Then make themselves at home
They always pin me down
But on the sunniest of mornings
When we're smiling over breakfast
They're gone
I expect them when the clouds roll in
I'll roll out the welcome mat
And sure enough they come a-knocking
My pretty White Shadows
Never knock twice
Post You
Subconsciously
I'm burying the body
I had at that time
I'm delicately padding
My bony hips
My empty bosom
I will become
Unrecognisable
To you or I
At last there's no need to handle with care
I'm not that fragile package
Wrapped in a brown paper heart
I'm burying the body
I had at that time
I'm delicately padding
My bony hips
My empty bosom
I will become
Unrecognisable
To you or I
At last there's no need to handle with care
I'm not that fragile package
Wrapped in a brown paper heart
Friday, March 20, 2015
Saturday Child
Saturday
I am your child
I run along your dappled paths
I detect the tips of lizard tails
Vanishing in brittle foliage
My cat's ears
Hear the rustles of small life enlarged
And a blind eye is turned
To a scary world
A promised future
In a big girl costume
But the only part of her I want
Is the sparkle and the colours
I am your child
I run along your dappled paths
I detect the tips of lizard tails
Vanishing in brittle foliage
My cat's ears
Hear the rustles of small life enlarged
And a blind eye is turned
To a scary world
A promised future
In a big girl costume
But the only part of her I want
Is the sparkle and the colours
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Frame of Mind
I tucked in the sheets with hospital corners
Tucked away the desire to make a mess of it all
I can slip in carefully tonight
Without disturbing dreams
And barely a crest will rise
As I lie still
And still my mind as it tosses and turns
My head's a mess
But the bed's a straight jacket
And I close my eyes
Tucked away the desire to make a mess of it all
I can slip in carefully tonight
Without disturbing dreams
And barely a crest will rise
As I lie still
And still my mind as it tosses and turns
My head's a mess
But the bed's a straight jacket
And I close my eyes
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Chalk
Each day begins with a clean slate
So they say
And I am filled with hope and high expectation
But then I see
When I look closely
Yesterday's scribble
Faint yet still legible
And fresh, white lines
Scribed with careful intent
Cannot conceal
The faded chalk of old memories
So they say
And I am filled with hope and high expectation
But then I see
When I look closely
Yesterday's scribble
Faint yet still legible
And fresh, white lines
Scribed with careful intent
Cannot conceal
The faded chalk of old memories
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Prickly
I'm losing my fur
And sprouting quills
So sorry
I'm not so soft and cuddly
Anymore
But you can love me from a safe distance
'cause this new look is growing on me
And sprouting quills
So sorry
I'm not so soft and cuddly
Anymore
But you can love me from a safe distance
'cause this new look is growing on me
Musings
He's packed up and left
My muse
The sock drawer's empty
There's suddenly more room in the medicine cabinet
And in my head
I can do some rearranging
In the meantime
And spend lonely hours sighing
And crossing out words
It's quality control
My muse
The sock drawer's empty
There's suddenly more room in the medicine cabinet
And in my head
I can do some rearranging
In the meantime
And spend lonely hours sighing
And crossing out words
It's quality control
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Silver
Did you see the fronds catching silver dew drops
And weighing down webs at dawn?
Perhaps you missed the silver trickle of the stream
Tickling pebbles and water dragons
Slipping from silver stones?
Silver abounds
Filtering through branches and from my spirit
Pooling in my eye and on my forehead
Emerging from scalps and flaking, scaly shins
Silver begins with waxy newborn skins
And ends beneath our crepey flesh
A silver blue
Our stifled blood
A greyish hue
And beyond what eyes do see
The silver light that waits for me
And weighing down webs at dawn?
Perhaps you missed the silver trickle of the stream
Tickling pebbles and water dragons
Slipping from silver stones?
Silver abounds
Filtering through branches and from my spirit
Pooling in my eye and on my forehead
Emerging from scalps and flaking, scaly shins
Silver begins with waxy newborn skins
And ends beneath our crepey flesh
A silver blue
Our stifled blood
A greyish hue
And beyond what eyes do see
The silver light that waits for me
Sunday, March 1, 2015
Hole
There's a hole
Where my soul should be
Someone stole it from me
I don't know when exactly
Sometimes it feels like
This hole is growing
And I wonder
If my lost soul
Will still fit
Into it
Where my soul should be
Someone stole it from me
I don't know when exactly
Sometimes it feels like
This hole is growing
And I wonder
If my lost soul
Will still fit
Into it
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Never ending
Wine trembles atop my glass
A red dome pegged rim round
So too the nagging madness in my mind
Melancholy picked and fermented
Swirled about
Inhaled
Spat out
Sweetness savoured
Mania intoxicating
Hip hoorays of light infuse my vacant veins
And I am lord of word
And doubts become my stepping stones
Up I climb pillars of fear
And so, the toil unending
And hope will surrender
Long before my wretched bones
A red dome pegged rim round
So too the nagging madness in my mind
Melancholy picked and fermented
Swirled about
Inhaled
Spat out
Sweetness savoured
Mania intoxicating
Hip hoorays of light infuse my vacant veins
And I am lord of word
And doubts become my stepping stones
Up I climb pillars of fear
And so, the toil unending
And hope will surrender
Long before my wretched bones
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Regret
He has chosen
And so she too
To sail with horizon
Always in view
They've not the gall
To face the sea
It's calm embrace
It's treachery
Their ships will bob
On waves subdued
A life curtailed
Love unpursued
And so she too
To sail with horizon
Always in view
They've not the gall
To face the sea
It's calm embrace
It's treachery
Their ships will bob
On waves subdued
A life curtailed
Love unpursued
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Prodigal Sun
When I saw the full moon
Fade with the light
I recall yesterday's sun
As I bid him goodnight
And now he returns
I'd no doubt that he could
Probing warm fingers
Through shivering wood
Fade with the light
I recall yesterday's sun
As I bid him goodnight
And now he returns
I'd no doubt that he could
Probing warm fingers
Through shivering wood
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
The Limits
There that endless horizon
Does it draw near?
Is there a limit to possibilities?
Do ideas run dry?
How high is the sky?
He asks with limited sight
He hesitates
With limited faith
He stumbles and falls
Over obstacles he himself
So carefully laid
On a path through the clouds
Does it draw near?
Is there a limit to possibilities?
Do ideas run dry?
How high is the sky?
He asks with limited sight
He hesitates
With limited faith
He stumbles and falls
Over obstacles he himself
So carefully laid
On a path through the clouds
Monday, January 26, 2015
Weightless
She's tossing away that heavy, old hide
That crumpled carcass
Her new self
Soft-bellied, exposed
Metallic green and golds
Shining in the light
She's looking for a new audience
Dedicated fans
Acknowledged
Respected
Not merely admired
No, enough admiration
It's time to love
To be loved
The weight of it
Slows her down
To an unbearable shuffle
To love
Is to fly
Nothing will lure her
Back to rocky ground
She flies over blue lagoons
And emerald forests
Yes
This is her heavenly destiny
That crumpled carcass
Her new self
Soft-bellied, exposed
Metallic green and golds
Shining in the light
She's looking for a new audience
Dedicated fans
Acknowledged
Respected
Not merely admired
No, enough admiration
It's time to love
To be loved
The weight of it
Slows her down
To an unbearable shuffle
To love
Is to fly
Nothing will lure her
Back to rocky ground
She flies over blue lagoons
And emerald forests
Yes
This is her heavenly destiny
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Vessels and Vehicles
A silver fog seeps into the black
Like water snaking through a thirsty river bed
Blood red
And the gaping cracks in my soul are quenched
Mouths stretched open
Fighting for a meagre morsel
Life
Going for a ride in a runaway vehicle
Trapped in a body immobile
The city, the sea
Wherever its taking me
Not fussy
Though I should be...
Days become nights become years
I take the wheel
Vessels and vehicles
Going somewhere
Going nowhere
It's my where
Mud or dust
I've no time to admire the landscape
Not lost
Just making up for lost time
My time
Like water snaking through a thirsty river bed
Blood red
And the gaping cracks in my soul are quenched
Mouths stretched open
Fighting for a meagre morsel
Life
Going for a ride in a runaway vehicle
Trapped in a body immobile
The city, the sea
Wherever its taking me
Not fussy
Though I should be...
Days become nights become years
I take the wheel
Vessels and vehicles
Going somewhere
Going nowhere
It's my where
Mud or dust
I've no time to admire the landscape
Not lost
Just making up for lost time
My time
Friday, January 16, 2015
The End of The End
She is the hot dust
Of a bustling highway
Left to settle on charred eucalypts
She is the barren vine
Of a muscat grape
Left to languish at the end of her yield
She is the vacant web
Of a Golden Orb
Left to battle a lonely war against the winds
Of a bustling highway
Left to settle on charred eucalypts
She is the barren vine
Of a muscat grape
Left to languish at the end of her yield
She is the vacant web
Of a Golden Orb
Left to battle a lonely war against the winds
Foretold You So
The clairvoyant is telling me things we all want to hear
My mind joins reluctant dots
Coerced to form unlikely connections
But one cannot argue with a well-armed soul
Reckless, relentless
With nothing to lose
Except denial
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Hairy Soup
The faintest trace of garlic lingers from his fingers
Reaching for a stray lock of hair
Falling across my mouth
And I am suddenly deaf to words that spill from his
Until the short of his kitchen capers plays out its final scene
In my mind
And silence falls as he waits for an answer
To what I wonder turning red
And I ask instead what he cooked last night
'Minestrone' he said
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
The Safest Place
She wants to lie in his arms and bury her face in the cave of his warm neck
And have him kiss her forehead like a child
And at that moment, even if this world began to crumble like an old sandcastle
And every cosy home turned upside down and shaken
So that every remnant, object and evidence of human existence
Was erased from earth's memory
She would not be afraid
No, she would not
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