Time passed

Memories faded
in an album
chubby angelic
little babies
smiling
carefree
now grown
aged lined faces
furrowed brow
where did the time go
when did you grow
up, children of
your own
worried
sad
slipped through
the ages
time passed.

Panes of glass

Through frosted glass
I see you
distorted
sad
alone
panes thick
and solid
I want to touch your
face
your skin
cold beneath
my fingers

I wish for days
that were
days of yesterday
where my fingers
caressed your face
held your hand
warm fingers
no glass windows
to keep you
from me
I can barely remember
those times

The Angel

An angel from heaven
called my name
said she
so sweetly
it's time
said I-
I cannot go
my time is not done
are you certain, you seek me?

The angel from heaven
insistent she was
outstretched her hand
to me
it's time
said I-
I cannot go
my family awaits for me

The angel from heaven
with a scowl on her face
splayed her wings
and said
it's time
said I-
I cannot go
for the day has just dawned for me

The angel from heaven
gathered me
into her arms
quite tenderly
it's time
said she
no words left to say
no thoughts of today
and off she went
with me.

Cherry Blossoms

A crack in the dirt
new life sprouts
tender green
fragile stalk,
leaves follow
reach for the sun
guided
nurtured
cared for
soon, blossoms
red
buds, slowly
open
begin again
just to fall
float
wither
and die.

Grey, black confetti

Burnt the words last night
burnt the pages
one by one, fire
flames, red
orange bright
licked the air
scattered embers
flew threw the night
history
another page
never to be repeated
never to be forgot
burnt
ash
scattered to the ground
bland grey, black confetti
stood on
trodden on
down in the ground
no more words
no more books
forgotten in time
in a burst of flames

An ill fitting coat

Many lives hidden
many lives undone
at the seams
of life’s great big coat
unravelled strings
one by one
by promises kept
and secrets hidden
his fall from grace
her last insult
their communal sin
seeking salvation
from this world
into the next
walking blind
who knows where
into the fire
into the light
all for what
an ill fitting coat?

The old tale

Upon the page
it was written
a long long time ago
browsed
not read
not even the first line
the book sat on the shelf
til one day
it was tossed
into the bin
filled with trash.
Picked up
by the man
walking his dog
and carried home
to be put on his shelf
til one day
the little girl
bored,
reached up and pulled it
down
opened it up
to browse
then turned the
first page
and did not put it down
til all the pages had been
turned
all the words had
been read
and remained
in her head
in her heart
for all time

Free feathers

Float
feathers
fly
on winds that
blow-
gusty
angry
wild and
free
carried away
on a whim
a free spirit
not a care
to hold them here
sail, sail
to who knows where

Lost in Communication

Sometimes the words don't come
and when they do
they're not the right ones
they seem shallow
hollow and pointless
and the ones I struggle to
find
I just can't seem too
so, excuse me
be patient
and know
that when they do come
they'll be
the words
I've longed to say
and you'll know
what it was
I meant to tell you

Life's Leftovers

Never forget
don't leave me
behind-
amid
this chaos
this noise
don't forget about me
as I struggle with life.

Light my path
feed me courage
that I seek
don't forget
and leave me to forage
life's leftovers
scavenged
stolen
yet unfulfilled.

Guide me
hold my hand
tightly in yours
kiss my brow
and believe
in me
hold onto the faith
you once had.

Pillow secrets

Signed sealed
with a kiss
to keep where you want
hidden away
just for you
beneath a pillow
close by
to hold close
when you sleep
and know that
you are loved
when all else fails
all hope is lost
life gets you down
seems too much
know that I will
be thinking of you
hold your heart
and you
mine
beneath a pillow
protected
guarded
secured

Samuel

Samuel's going
to a place far away
packed his life in an old hessian bag
sailing on a rickety old boat
going to find a new place to live
but the sea has other
plans
black sea
deep
raging waves
splash of salt water
hits his face
nervous now
winds pick up
disorientated
which way
land in the distance
in his rickety boat
a journey full of promise
yet not any more
why did he ever think he could make it
threatening
he is scared, no one to tell
and all around
the sea is vast
menacing
it knows his fear
clouds descend
he sits awhile
leave it to chance
he calls to the air
resigned to the fact, this is how it must be
this is my journey
Samuel?
they'll say many years from now
the boy who sailed the sea
will anyone really remember?

The day the old man died

He closed his eyes
took his last breath
and left his body
outside the winds
howled and the sky grew angry
lashing the land with
rain
fat droplets, falling fast
until they were blurs of
water, cold
and icy
all around
they gathered
with sorrow
and anguish
wailing, loud
blood curdling screams
pain
soon the sky cleared
and the sun made it's way through
shining, glistening
to the ground
through it all
we saw
his soul floating
being carried away to another
place
and peace filled our hearts

The Winter

Winter comes
and people wrap themselves
in coats
and scarves
and beanies
hiding from
lashing winds
icy cold
hidden beneath
the many layers
winter comes
and rain falls
angry welts
fall on their faces
down to their souls
winter comes
and people
hide
from the world
from themselves
cloaked
don't look at me
walk by
don't stare
I don't see you either
winter comes
long and dreary
smile's are forgotten
head bent
to keep you
from looking
at me
winter comes

Trains, life and love

I caught the train yesterday
sat by the window
looking at houses
wondering who lives
there
people sat
stood
stared
at me, at each other
or at no one at all
time sped by
all a blur
I wondered what these people
were thinking
of work
life
lovers
kids
where did they want to be
not here, I was sure
yet I enjoyed
my time on the train
emptied my mind
about me
wondered about life
love and death
as you do
said the woman beside
me
I looked at her and smiled
did I say that out loud
no she said
but I know
that you know
and that's all
that matters

Winds of Change

Winds change
the sound of my voice
words hover
and float
carried away to be heard
by the people down
the way
that sit on doorsteps
or splayed in the sand
in boats
and cars
or harvesting.

Words filled with laughter
words of pain
words in
a language unknown
winds change
the feel of my heart
beats carry the burden
away
brazen wind that ruffles
my hair
chills my bones
and silences me

When the Black bird calls

Morning comes
and he sleeps
brow creased
he dreams
of
all things passed
all things to come

Morning comes
and the black bird
outside the window
calls
to the new dawn as
the sun comes
up

Morning comes
and the sound of horns
beep,
to whom
impatient already
no one on the roads yet
or is there

Morning comes
and I touch his face
flinches slightly
turns to face me
the one I love
my forever
I snuggle closer

Voices in my Head

I hear voices

someone said it was

mine yesterday

yet I did not understand

what they were saying as I continued

to make my way along the path

people moved from my

way

I hear voices

I shouted as they approached

loud angry

voices

do you hear them too

no one looks at me

anymore

my path clears

people stare

yeah, they hear voices

they shout

yours...

Sunday works for Me

Head pounds

with last nights vodka

it’s beat a staccato

eyes open then close again

last nights euphoria

today's pain

absolute oblivion

dance without a care

in the world

in her life, yet home

life destroyed

no one left to love

living in a hollow shell

answer’s in a bottle

empty one by one

clouds hover,

flood the mind

chase away the sadness

til once again,

morning comes,

Sunday works for me.

Mirrrors

Mirror mirror
staring back at me
what do you see
a frightened little girl
alone in the dark
written words
in her hands

Mirror mirror
that peers at me
what do you see
the boy next door
who cries as he sleeps
and the devil that
hurts
him

Mirror mirror
that follows me
quietly without a sound
like a ghost in the night
breathes softly
down my neck

Mirror mirror
cracked and broken
shards everywhere
lay upon the cold
floor
like my destiny

Life's words

Patience you said
holding my hand
shivering

Your time will come
her mother said
one day

All in good time
the old man said
and then began to cry


Live every day like it's your last
death said
for one  day it shall be