Bond of Union 1956 M.C. Escher Like atoms adrift two people bound together yet kept apart with skin like an apple peeled cored and dissected unseeing eyes unfeeling lips unconscious connections Bound and wound free form but imprisoned experimentation gone wrong as they fall into the void No meeting of minds or thoughts no words or sounds gazing into space for all eternity The emptiness echoes round hollow caverns hear me see me touch me for I am lost and unravelled Written for Magpie Tales #Mag 248 |
Sunday, 30 November 2014
Bond of Union
Wednesday, 26 November 2014
How To ... Survive Lonliness
You wake get dressed and start the day try to be cheerful come what may night dreams are behind you don't let them hold sway one plate one cup you sit and stare a dent in the pillow but he is not there you sweep and you clean as neat as a pin you talk to yourself as there's no one else in you go to the shops a friendly hello a neighbour a friend you greet as you go the days they are lonely the nights they are long you hum to yourself a companionable song you keep yourself busy you plant and you dig you're on your own now and you don't give a fig Written for Poetry Jam #How To |
Monday, 24 November 2014
snowstorm
the countryside ravaged by winter storm blanketed deep snowflakes swirling like a dervish blinding disorientating drifting sculpting battered trees stand sentinel frozen to the marrow bones shiver and blood runs thin an indigo sky menaces whilst the moon looks on the cold bite of winter when snow kisses skin malicious frost tipped and hoary billowing pillowing roads rutted deep warm in our bed we sleep curtains drawn on frosted panes dogs twitch and dream as embers slip and settle crackling flames leap icicles form on gutter and pipe and the silent earth holds its breath waiting for life giving spring written for Magpie Tales #Mag247 |
Wednesday, 19 November 2014
Identity
Each day I struggle with who I am blending into the crowd a nobody but in my head I am different from anyone else special unusual individual there is only one of me unique rare and precious unduplicate multi-faceted with talents unseen hidden behind a mask I lose myself to indifference ask me who I am and I say just an average Joe I'm no one really just me Written for poetry jam #identity |
Sunday, 16 November 2014
Nocturne
driving at speed foot down to the metal alone on the road but for ghostly cows in unseen fields lit only by stars and a gibbous moon neon flashes of blue light exposure tail gate following mile after mile into the darkness an encompassing womb swallowing you whole radio playing late night lullaby a soft voiced DJ your only friend road never ending destination unknown motorway markers affording no clue follow the lines as cats eyes blink stay awake concentrate it's later than you think Written for Magpie Tales #Mag246 |
Wednesday, 12 November 2014
Dreams
your breath quickens and slows the darkness enfolds and caresses as you slip into your dreamscape drifting into an imaginary world a thousand realities of multi-coloured hue mind aswirl image clear yet strangely undefined transparent encapsuled into stories of your imagining memories of people and places like paint on canvas daubs of reality and fantasy otherworldly past and present a melting pot of desires and night terrors out of your control slowly you rise to the surface emerge from sweet slumber try to remember but like wisps of cloud the dreams disperse lose shape and form out of your grasp fading into sepia Written for Poetry Jam #dreams |
Sunday, 9 November 2014
Star Spangled Banner
star spangled in her nakedness Miss America is she state of the union undressed a flag-wrapped beauty publicity shot carefree all American with flowing hair brown limbed and long legged arranged so artfully entrapped enwrapped positioned carefully amongst the folds hoist the flag start the parade and set her free from her photo opportunity Written for Magpie Tales #American - Tess provides the image, we the story |
Wednesday, 5 November 2014
Pebbles
pinterest Ancient cliffs Giant leviathon Lashed by the sea Crumble Millenia pass Tides ebb and flow Rocks rumbled and tumbled Smoothed and shaped Each one different Unique Never two the same Drawn back and forth Their journey limitless Infinite pebbles Pulled and pushed Drowned and reborn With each passing tide Until sand is formed Each grain a shadow of its former self Written for Poetry Jam |
Sunday, 2 November 2014
War Games
Sticks and stones
will break my bones
will break my bones
childhood games
of
toy soldiers
toy soldiers
in miniature forests
Where anything is possible
a tulip for a gun
a leaf bayonet
Cowards become heroes
and heroes win the day
But when
reality bites
a game no longer
the garden becomes a battlefield
the toy soldier becomes a man
Fighting for his life
in a war
where there are no winners
a game no longer
the garden becomes a battlefield
the toy soldier becomes a man
Fighting for his life
in a war
where there are no winners
Written for Magpie Tales #Mag 244 - Tess provides the image, we the story
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