Poetry Drafts

blinded

I knew who I was – then
I know who I am – just now
I know not who I will be – next
My visions Come No more

The Uncomfortable Shadows of P

In the summer night
light as a feather
fluttering silken

In the autumn chill
waying in heavy
stiffer still

In the midwinter frost
a burden unreal
hibernating

The coming of spring
most blessed of times
awakening

In shadows of self
I wander
trying hard to find
the way out

Status Quo

In my early years
I tried keeping
a diary alive

(HOW SAD A READ IT WAS…)

It died

These days I
feed the
Tumblr monster

(…)

not much has changed

I say

candles and roses

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

No – Misaligned

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

packing up

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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