There’s a poetry in the skiesAs the clouds go racing byGrey and whiteTorn by the bluster of the windSpat out and piling highThen scatteredDark over light Coming from afarWell writtenVerse over verseLine after lineGod has spokenIn iambic pentameter In rhythm In proseAn expression so wholeAs to tell the storyComplete for all to readEvery last detail … Continue reading Poetry
Month: December 2024
Meaning I Give You
Seeing you was both objective and subjectiveFor sure there you wereBut who and what you were in that momentWas determined and definedBy the meaning that I gave youFriend?Tormentor?Reason for hope?Harbinger of disillusionment?Lover?Possibility?So very much that dwells with meDefines who you areWho I perceiveWho I receive And how I will actSo much that lays withinWill change … Continue reading Meaning I Give You
It’s 3 o’clock in the morning
Sleep went to town this nightChoosing not to returnAnd I lay and askHave I been betrayed by sleep?Is the tenuous relationship we sharedFinally fractured?Have I been betrayed in favour of another?More attractive maybeMore generous in thanksOr a body more consumingWho even now laysWrapped for just this night In Elysian’s consuming embraceAt peace and freeFrom the … Continue reading It’s 3 o’clock in the morning
It Will Be Alright In The Morning
She cried unrelentinglyParalysed Unable to, unwilling to, not wanting toMoveEver againLet it end hereLet it end with the night skyBurning redWith the carcass of a buildingOnce called HomeWith the memories God let me keep the memories But let me not feelEverEver againLayingLookingUp at the starsMay this night never endLet the day no longer come Tonight … Continue reading It Will Be Alright In The Morning
Letters To Pogue 