I stand outside myself and watch the dance of intimacy and in spite of my inner resolve to halt the music my steps continue on their path to destruction. June 4th 1991
Archive | Poetry
Secrets
I am like a child with words sworn to secrecy For when I see you my inner soul comes bubbling forward to meet you.
Speeding
I sit cocooned in my car staring intently at the distant trees The 1812 overture wraps itself noisily around my senses and I drift to another world. My foot falls heavy on the pedal and as the crescendo rises my eyes flicker to the dashboard. No it can’t be a hundred and sixty. I […]
I was wrong
I was wrong There are many things I could teach him, but why would I burden his youthful dreams? To teach him of life would destroy the things that make me love him. His naivety is his charm February 24th 1994.
The question.
He came to me , a boy long haired and scared his shining eyes seeking a question his brain had not yet formed. Weeks later, he was a man touched by pain, but still eager to learn. The question silent in hazel stillness with no where to go. New Year and a night […]
Here for You
‘I’m here for you’ he whispered as he noticed the mood swing. She’d been on a high, laughing , joking bursting her lungs with song then suddenly, her eyes dull she turned a pensive gaze his way and he reached out placed his fingers gently on her arm and breathed his gentle message. He could […]
Tasting Freedom
She knew why she was low. This was her space and it was about to be invaded. She had felt the tension rising little by little as the walls closed in. and believed she was about to lose her precious freedom and she didn’t like it. No, not one little bit. She didn’t want to […]
Looking for you
It was dark when I walked in dark and crowded The band had deserted leaving only a black coffin with its purple ‘Pearl’ glowing in the haze yet the music came from no where and echoed through the smoky room seeking dominance over the loud chatter of the young and careless. I looked for […]
Cold Turkey
Today I went cold turkey……., promising myself no more wheat no more yeast no more chocolate, The shaking started first and I blamed it on the cold, but the headache that followed left no doubt I was hooked again. 1991 ……………………………………….
Moody
He was moody He’d been looking forward to spending a few moments with her, to share a late night cuppa a smile and a quiet conversaation. Then ‘THEY’ came – his brother, he didn’t really mind that but he didn’t really want to see him tonight; then the other woman. He wished he could tell […]