monsoon rain washing up laundry
no re-run required
call me never more again and again
the light insufficient insignificant
reflections of you in mirrors
burning bright
my matches are wet
your tambourine twitching amiss
as our rosebuds
awaiting spring
Always out of tune
Just slightly off where
I ought to be
Never catching the break
that was part of the plan
Set out from the start
to fail I wonder
No results
Nothing to show for
No life
No more
No
Moving on – letting go
I never could
my suitcase full
dragging decades of
make believe
The pace aslowing
as autumn leaves
falling
the final steps
the hardest
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Reblogging cause.. well.. she’s the knife that cuts through the mist… and it is December… and mist… ❤
The impatience, always hovering
impatience, pushing me down
brooding the freezing fog rolling
in from the east, will the shaking
ever stop I ask, not expecting an
answer
I wonder
if I translate my
poetry
into the language
I was born
with
would that make
a difference
or simply
accentuate my
failures
lowering yourself
carefully
unprepared
the sensory overload
inevitably
memories returning
friction turning less
lines of no tan
blending
scratch marks
invisible
silence of four eyes
screaming
CAN YOU EVEN CALL YOURSELF A MEMBER OF THE TWC IF THIS IS NOT ON YOUR BLOG? SERIOUS.
Well Mr H. in your time there was no submit button so you had time to wake up, put the kettle on before you realised your creations from the night before needed some tweaking. These days I only realise my time spent the night before as the Tumblr hearts start to arrive. The submit button is just too tempting a device to ignore in the heat if the moment. So write drunk I say, write drunk, sober moments only leads to regret.
