They killed the poem with over punctuation Licking wounds with ticks and commers Bullet wholes peppered the corpse Fulle stops bleeding holes of stattico gun fire They cut the flesh from it leaving a skeleton of stark meaning Intracasies in a depth of deep meanings It was sadly edited into a shallow grave
What of the sound that built the word? What of the word that built the story? What of the story that built the concept? What of the concept that built the world? What of the world that built the people? What of the people who built the sound?
Just a girl broken, small Just a girl smiling faintly Just a girl tearful, restrained Just a girl hurting Just a girl no one on her own Just a girl full of hate Just a girl seeming insane Just a girl on her own Just a girl longing Just a girl numbed by the shout […]
My heart is imprinted with stark lines Grooved with ware and chipped on the many edges Love the life blood oozed into the channels And trickled in an endless march down Sticky drops coagulated in mounds Building columns of gore – a store of memories Tossed to the ground Piles of shredded dreams Skittered in […]
It was my husbands birthday He was 34 when they came a knocking at the door We expected Avon or Betterware Instead three kids stood there “Excuse me could you take our kitten please No sir it aint a tease Our mum says we’ve got to move soon We’re going to share a room We […]
A sea of words bounded by a shore of concept Towers built of language Flash out meaning Standing on the island of convention saving the would be drowned In vessels of knowledge seeking the catch of inspiration Looking to the horizon for ideas
I wonder what it would have been? This life not on my own A companion from my earliest days Would you have been pleased with me? What would you have looked like? I miss you I’ve craved you all my life Looked for you in my earliest days Not content on my own Never on […]
Jean’s wellys are rather smelly As she wont wear her socks So when we go walking She gets blisters the size of rocks But what’s worse is those blisters burst And she expects to be nursed! With a wail and a whimper It’s home we flitter Meaning poor mummy ain’t gonna get no fitter!
Words pinning meaning to a board Trapping and caging the wild thought But no death here only growth Tethered and tamed sensation caught
Calling the ice queen Invoking the winters heart knowing the sting of frost upon lash and cheek Numb toes Wading wading Through the snow That fell and drifted And glinted Sometimes blue Other times pink Often with yellow ambers glint But mainly grey To match the sky Except when it bruises purple-yellow And Blizzard is […]