So sweet, so short – life abridged
Poetry Drafts
CHAINS OF PERFECTION
The painting
never finished,
The poem
without ending,
The words
almost spoken,
Chains of perfection – Suffocation of souls
SILENCE TALKING
The language of my dreams
is Silence
Muted colours flickering
among Shadows
Mist and mostly
twilight fills the
Path of Righteousness
without knowing
if it is me walking
or the Silence
talking
BLEEDING FEET
Chasing dreams
like dancing leaves
in autumn breeze
always in pursuit
never catching
falling short
left empty handed
with bleeding feet
ENDING ON A HIGH
Starved, shaking on the
verge of breaking,
saved by hummus and pita.
Added delight of a
Donner kebab, salsa and
salad, I will survive this night.
The munchies though
calls for more,
slices of pizza here I go
Cheesecake, treat-cake
orange and vodka, Fridayโs
ending on a high
BLEEDING FINGERS
Come on now
itโs only six effinโ strings
five sticky fingers
too wide
how hard can it be
to decide
give up
or go on
with blisters and
bleeding fingers