Time
Ripples, like life lines on a fortune teller’s palm
Tide
retreats, returns
a constant under the blazing sun
The air is cold here, sharp,
a barber’s rusty blade
but there is excitement too
yawning into the trail of
long, endless days
Coffee
Sitting in a busy-bustle universe,
Hustle and rustle,
Forward, backwards; the clatter of trays
Brimming latte towers and stares,
Wisps of steam furling,
Silver mists twirling,
Island of hopes and grounded up beans,
as the
fingers never stop
typing words on the screen,
The laptop enchanted to race towards night,
Unfinished pages, cast-aside drinks;
Debris of thoughts scatter like cake crumbs,
As the darkness folds in; black curtains of sound
Broom sweeps wishes across the floor
and I shut down these dreams,
and walk out the door
Winter’s Kiss
Blinking through a veil of frosted pane,
my thoughts condensate
racing like horses down the silver glass
Snatch them, catch them
Fingers curl;
winter smoke
around my warming mug
as steam cobwebs into the air
tracing the patterns of life
Arpeggio
To the outside world
everything snows gold
harmony dances in the wind
composition scores neat; perfectly arranged
For spying eyes,
there is actually nothing to be changed
but
To the inside world
everything hails grey
composition scores scratched and maimed
For knowing eyes
There is actually everything to be changed
and
This musical vessel now strains, begs,
struggles to breathe against the noise
the notes repeat, crashing and clashing
howling and drowning
The House of Shadows
The first thing you see is
a half-broken clock; the hands jumping
into
yesterdays that used to be;
A back-and-forth tug of war,
invisible memories floating between sleep and air
2) Out in the wooden corridor,
painted-smiles of shadow portraits;
Black echoes whistling. Laughing.
3) You climb to experience, loud, L O U D E R
steps lead towards….
the wall upstairs
and there hangs a mirror of tired faces
Reflections-Reflections
Reflections Re flecting
smiles that never seem to fit.
The glass here is exhausted. It has been looked at too much.
4) With shaking palms, you descend
5) Into other worlds, kinder worlds
6) Leave the garden
7) The
8) Key behind
But you never do
More soon
Hope you enjoyed xxxxx
I like writing poetry
Rachel
Lovely!