A listener.

Have you been here long?
Did you always sing that song?
I saw you once,
as if in dream,
knocking on a door of make-believe,
moonlight caressing your trusty steed.

Cope.

We have evolved
so that we can change,
adapt ourselves (though never our chains)
and move the Earth to suit our needs
and make the Earth adapt to our greed…

Snow

Falling slopes,
loss of sanity
gain of hopes
against gravity.

The glassy kind of memory
- truths -
the cutting kind
when you mistake your head
for your heels.

Sometimes.

Sometimes there are no words,
in times of great emotion,
surprise,
sadness,
or joy.
Sometimes, there are merely breaths
and moments,
distilled drops of memory.

Riddle

Heads bowed, shying,
from shining yellow
to drying, brown,
shells that carry the sound
of no mortal sea,
a series of swords in the ground,
swaying slightly.

Moment

Natural treasure,
The sea gleams, crashes and roars.
Caressing giant.

Tests

They take us by surprise, the bad days.
Before we know it, we've succumbed
to bad temper,
excuses,
escapist fantasies.
But there's hope,
don't forget,
&love,
&grace.

Millions

Dark times of night/time.
Solid sky, inky eyes,
there's water flowing there.
Nothing wretched, nothing gained,
pirouette
again,
again,
again.

Interim

all i want; to write!
close the world out of my mind
final justified.

For a friend.

Shift your perceptions.
Open your mind.
Just being a (my) parent
does not make you right.
No, you listen for once,
see that you’re bored,
or stressed at work,
tired at home.

/

You "gave me your smarts"
but I didn’t think you meant this,
I thought you’d retain some
for the day-to-day bits.

Denouement.

A mortarboard flies
in company, memories,
middle, start, and end.

solvitur ambulando.

Solve this now.

There's a breath
A movement
in my mind
and I find
a tranquil
shiver on
stormy sea.

I can walk.
Slow my heart.
Think, now, of
tomorrow.

Solvitur
by walking.

Sword-edge

Suffocating, tease,
10 months I waited, can't breathe.
Midsummer-no-dream.

~*~

Sweetwrapper bookmarks
my place in this immense plot
lost upon your desk.

404

File not found, I see
here is where my heart should be.
Instead – I find –– blank.

Just right.

just pick up a pen and write.
pick up a subject, speak your mind.
just write. convince and cajole, tear apart and make whole, show me, write.
Otherwise? It'll be dead and stuck in your mind so pick up a pen
rhyme it again
speak from your heart
and use your mind
just write.

Blocked.

There's a haze over everything,
an impenetrable
indefinable
inability
to string.
Two.
Words.
Together.
This is a rundown show
of unknown force
FORCing me to.Stop.

Twirl.

Falter,

slither softly,

in the light

of a silver slipper

of a moon.

Saunter,

smile tightly,

'neath the boughs,

watch her skin glow

as she moves.

Almost falling.

Do you ever almost fall?
Find yourself on a bright, sunny day,
smelling damp earth like
after rain?
Instead of walking,
you are still
a little back garden
full of brambles and ivy,
not
even
aware
as you
fall into
memories
until it is far too late.

Profile.

The smell of cut grass
follows you everywhere
old-fashioned lawn mower
ear protectors.
Career tools.

Tweentime

Tweentime.

Crisp air,
mighty stars,
and dreams.

Hope, breathe.

time∞

Cusp, space, time,
all and nothing,
mine,
a sip, a dribble, one line
of infinity.
Brown paper,
unravelling twine.

tired

asleep/ sleepy/ sleepiest/

realm of silence and 

reticence.

now i hibernate

now i am myself

now i oscillate

between awake

and dream-stealth.

Stranger walk.

In a second I can tell something that could reveal

I know you well.

One intake of breath

can reveal if you shower daily,

smoke,

maybe

your last meal.

Poignant 

stranger.

While being consoled.

You tell me to be still

and I yearn to destroy it all.

I want to hear breaking glass,

push you away,

and yet,

to break your fall.

Curtains.

Red, white, black,

these are the colours of the stage.

There is nothing the actors lack

and once the curtain 

rises, falls, rises,

no way to go back,

except to be it again.

Jarring.

As strange as it sounds

I don't want excitement,

it's too loud.

Can you hear me?

I want to walk slowly

and enjoy the day.

I want to see clearly

though I may not know the way.

Picture perfect

Twilight tremors onwards,

faster than I can run,

faces made immortal

with the cadence of the sun.

Caught in flashes,

forests frozen,

sky a steely grey.

This is a photo-finish,

& with it light of day.

Riddle.

They say ask me no questions

and I will tell no lies.

What am I? 

A sphinx, a phoenix, a centaur

or one of a million myths,

and all of them,

but newer,

and none.