Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Dear Santa

Christmas day
come and gone
I haven't written to Santa in years
no wonder he wasn't listening
boxes with ribbon
bows and ties
green, red and gold
I feign my smile
but inside
I am disappointed
Christmas day
come and gone
I dream-
Dear Santa
but then you already know
always have
perhaps it's not time
I shall wait
how much longer
I do not know-
I leave it to you
giggling excited
little girl
but not anymore
but you already know that
Dear Santa
how can I ever thank you
no ribbons
no bows
no ties
in green, red or gold
a day late
how can I care
when you got it so right
standing there
as I dreamed
he was...

Ramblings of a mother

Looks nice out
sun
birds
really-
who cares
steaming mug
black
sweet
liquid
all I need
before
the chaos
noise
boxed lunch
with fruit-
don't forget the fruit
no kiss
flippant wave
door closes
day begins
coloured
black
white
piles of clothes
wash
fold
iron
eyes on the time
already-
chaos noise
snack
fruit
don't forget the fruit
mathematical equations
history lesson
english-
btw
gtg
wtf
eyes on the time
already
feed the masses-
vegetables
don't forget the vegetables
three serves-
no
four-
no
really who cares
no one eats vegetables
dirty plates
stacked high
eyes on the time
already
shower
shampoo
snuggle
down-
stories
wait
'I love you'
sigh
smile
eyes on the time
until one day
I won't need to any longer
eyes on the time
it goes too fast

Monday, 1 August 2011

Black pools

Seeping through
pebbles
trickle blue stream
since the beginning of time
til the end-
gathering momentum
pebbles
rocks
crevices
to cracks
into a pool
that never ends

Seeping through
pages
weather worn thin
from introduction
to epilogue-
secrets revealed
sheets
pages
written
words filling
one by one
into a book
bound on a shelf

Seeping through
life
laden with hardship
from birth
to death-
burdens carried
pain
sorrow
angst
carried upon
weary shoulders
dragging feet
a cross to bear

Black wing swallows

Swallow flies
black wings
take me away
free
float
forming
Swallow soars
into my heart
twigs
branches
new home
houses
me-
my thoughts
contained
until spring
time
new life
beating wings
swallow flies
through blue skies

Curtain call

Deception
cuts like a blade
green blood-
poisonous flow
leaves me gasping
for breath
breathe slowly
one
two
close your eyes
rewind
back to
that date-
what would you change
first hello
last goodbye
red velvet
curtain call-
exit from the left
bolt the door
hand in salute
take it all-
back
to where
you came from
I'll leave from the right

Friday, 29 July 2011

The path chosen

Sad man
angry man
deflated man
lost
wondering the streets
black of night
searching
searching
searching
dark alley
dirty gutter
the stench
on his fingers
in his nose
searching
searching
searching
in unlit doorways
in desolate parks
spooked by shadows
of the night
searching
searching
searching
for a-
young man
happy man
satisfied with life
in penthouse apartments
driving fast cars
searching
searching
searching
for the woman of his dreams
in department stores
classy restaurants
the smell of her perfume
searching
searching
searching
blonde hair
brunette
red
there she goes-
right out of his grasp
searching
searching
searching
a whole life time
spent

Fragments

Restless body
restless mind
leaves a window open
and in they come
one by one
first slowly
quietly approaching
and then faster
til they pervade
every empty crevice
and rot-
inside out
empty shell
bitter shell
crumbling
decaying
until
you cannot piece
together what once was