I am putting together a collection of my poems into one book. This will be available on Amazon Kindle in the coming weeks, possibly a paperback version to follow also. Watch this space!
Drifting we do from early bud, to all but ash and ground Happiness is a lonely whisper, Amongst this bustling crowd. Snap of fingers echo’s, from a hindsight setting hand, Dreams sit behind the cusp of yesterday’s forgotten, More lay waiting, beyond tomorrows remembered land. Moments of content are few, as flakes in the autumn snow, … Continue reading Lonely Whisper
Soon now back the clocks will creek their light away, Tired arms of two, only one will backwards sway, Stolen will be one hours, one hours of lightened day. Time takes a giant step back, lowers the sun, tilts it`s blinding seasons cap. Blinded now the sun sits always low to curse the driving eyes, No … Continue reading Early Curtain Hill
I see the days of shorter light cupping the orange of blanket noon, Across the humming hills of yesterday, And the trees of the acorn dune. The crackled flame flickered a phoenix, A phoenix of blooming ruby glows, Ash bowed out the summer, as autumn winged and rose. A change is carried now … Continue reading Autumn (a short poem)
This was one of the first poems I wrote. Made some slight changes here and there.
There is no more fat to chew, No more the bitter taste nor choking gristle words to spew. I sit more peaceful, More peaceful I sit undisturbed, Nose cut and spite grinds that tempered grid, No kind to be found, nor gentle to be sourced from under that hollow lid. All lemon pepper sucking and twisted … Continue reading Lemon Pepper
When I was a boy of my Fathers eye, Many strands and grey ago, He walked the world with a softer step, A softer step with me in tow. This is how we did wander, And wander we did go. When I was a lad of my Fathers hands, Many yesterdays and seasons come, … Continue reading Softer Seeds
It is yet another bending breaking soon to be broken morning in this pink skied city. Yesterday now as dead as the day before last, Old suns have risen, Old moons have passed. Early cuffed and collard worm catchers all ruffled and already missing the nest hop from paving to slab. These woken weary … Continue reading Pink Skied City
Scared as a crow I fear the always open field, Armour ready, steady shield, Advancing, My march is glacier slow. As hard is the rock and open the place, Iron shoes, lactic lace, Sweating, My back is arched like a clock stuck at two. Head cracked with ball and fist, Frustration racing, mind … Continue reading Crow Scared
I have made some changes to this poem as I feel the original lost course somewhere in the middle, this is due to it stirring a lot of feelings inside me when I was writing it. Anyway, hope the new version goes down well. Thanks