Showing posts with label sonnet. Show all posts
secrets
Thursday, February 5, 2009
in the palm of your hand
Lyre bird calls
to tell us lies
and you, my muse,
have amused me
with the morning coffees
and coughing chorus
and that talk of soldiering
with the solder.
You keep secrets in the
palm of your hand
like little scars
and acronyms
and I'm not sure
you'll open them
to me...
to tell us lies
and you, my muse,
have amused me
with the morning coffees
and coughing chorus
and that talk of soldiering
with the solder.
You keep secrets in the
palm of your hand
like little scars
and acronyms
and I'm not sure
you'll open them
to me...
Snows and hangovers
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
It's cold out there...
Your eyes might have glaciers in them
too cold for a swim
today.
In Tarifa
the roads melt
in the summer.
You're like a snowflake in a hot world.
EdizKarenska
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sending songs
ooh soldier
burnt himself
on the solder
fighting broken
wires
in a battle he can't lose.
Iamb
excited
to see what's next
swigs
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Swigs
Clumsily swooping
in an evening sky;
there go the swigs -
gulp them down.
Too fast to feel
much.
(noun) A large and hurried swallow.
Found Poem: Swarm
Monday, January 12, 2009
Found Poem: Swarm
They drop
like stones from the sky;
collective intelligence
tantalising a vortex
of information. Caustic
unison shifts shape with
beautiful manoeuvres.
Perfect swarm circles
shadows.
'L' Dictionary Poem
Sunday, January 11, 2009
'L' Dictionary Poem
Rest in perjury
duplicitous lickspittle;
pass the tongue
a periodical use of
Liebfraumilch.
Servile libertine
reside in mendacity.
An eyelid,
flattering lightly around
the wood.
Living imprisonment
during vitality
continues to solo.
Be buried inexactitude.
Watchin' you dance
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Watchin' you dance
See you across fro' me
an' I come
over all nervous
an' clumsy.
Droppin' my
consonants
on the floor.
New Year
Friday, January 9, 2009
New Year
in the night;
kiss away your tears
and tell you i was
sorry
I couldn't hold you
at christmas
but every time
I looked over
it
wasn't
you
I was holding.
Bent, Oregon
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Bent, Oregon
Came to bent
at twenty-seven.
Hostile
eyes met my
stride
he/she, ladyboy
geezerbird,
silent questions
is it the one?
Encumbered
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Encumbered
You asked me if
I love you
butterflies rising from
a pyramid of
self doubt
feels empty
and sick
concurrently
encumbered.
I dare you to love me.
A New Day
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
a new day
The day begins on orange
particles
and sunfire
burns the metallic
you always said
you didn't believe
in forever
tread only on silent
memories
I wrote
Monday, January 5, 2009
Half sonnet: I wrote
I wrote a poem today.
It’s not about you;
I’ve been hiding the ones
that are
scraps of truth
and memories
evade me
Feeling the music
Sunday, January 4, 2009
feeling the music
She stood
eyes closed
and pure ecstasy
written upon her face.
Both arms outstretched;
one hand placed flat against
my guitar
the other gripping
your double bass.
Nothing stood between
us - no sound
only delight as
for the first time
she could feel the music.
This was inspired by my best friend telling me a beautiful story about meeting a deaf lady in the pub on New Year's Eve. During their time together lots of laughs were shared - mainly at the expense of a friend'a drunken karaoke attempt. The lady and her partner were invited back to the party where an impromptu jam took place. To feel involved she did exactly as described above and could feel the vibrations of the music! Such a lovely image! Thanks Luke x
Love sonnet to Time
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Love sonnet to Time
the fish is out of water.
In the back seat of a car
a lullaby is whispered.
An abacus counts in a
bedroom. One after
one. Click.
A consciousness of many;
tangled feet on desert
paths.
Found Poem - Searching
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Searching
The memory has been
successfully
defragmented.
Scraping the barrell for seratonin.
what i wanted
Friday, December 26, 2008
i wanted to say
that i love you
but i don't really know what it means
and that maybe i am incredibly clever
for getting this far and knowing that i don't know
or maybe my brain will never work like yours...
winter chill
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Halfy Halfy: Seasonal Allegory
This metal world has lost its poles;
another snow flake melts in your breath.
You see the winter inside you
as flames concertina you into the water.
Acrylic licks alter your future;
acrid desperation echoes on the tongue
like the bitter taste of saccharine.
Half +3 Necrophilia?
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Necrophilia?
shiny black eyes
and killer heels.
She could be my life partner
if I rescue her from
cellophane hell.
She's always drawn and tired.
She opens up the fridge
and says
I really fancy a cold one.
and killer heels.
She could be my life partner
if I rescue her from
cellophane hell.
She's always drawn and tired.
She opens up the fridge
and says
I really fancy a cold one.
Inscription
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Inscription
she took her time over every letter.
Often quoting someone else's words.
"Close your eyes and think of me
and soon I will be there..."
Summer '94
Where are they now?
It's always interesting wondering at the story behind an inscription in a book. Who wrote it to whom? And do they still see one another...
Writing in the dark
Monday, December 22, 2008
w r it i n g
i n thhe
d ark i s
li k e bl i n d
c
on tou r
d raw i n g . T
he w o rdswrap t he m se lv
es
i n their o ww n wa
y &
us e t o o mu
c h p a p e r.