Category Poetry

To rhyme or not to rhyme

I Remember the Silence

I remember the silence. Oh I know there must be sound as well.The care-worn carols and shop-cycled songs,the buzzing toys and once-again movies,cracker-blasts, popping corks and washed down arguments that linger. It’s just as we walked, all of us,through the… Continue Reading →

Shaped by Experience

This is not a thought. It is a spiked ball that rolls restless and pin-pricksdowneachvertebratill it lodgesand waits,for sleep, for sober, for silence, then pierces soone byone byonemore pour in. A dam breaks with neglect, so too this vessel,fit to… Continue Reading →

Kite Calls

she calls hey-up to the sky rides the same pattern swirls to the horizon sees a cacophony flutter green feathers silver shines she spies for the smallest unconcerned about this one walking below A yawn for the morning air. She… Continue Reading →

Anchorhold

I am framed through the hagioscope, but this is not your prison. They walled you in with freedom, and you sang your own death, and spread pity on all the words that followed. They all want saving but they’re not… Continue Reading →

Ones

Read. Read books, cereal boxes, warning signs, gravestones, instructions (ignore those), menus and timetables. Listen. Listen to storytellers, tapes, records, liars, truth-tellers (maybe), gifs, voicemail messages and sports commentary. Understand. Understand that with each nugget of someone else’s world you… Continue Reading →

Stone Cold Toad

Observe if you will the subject, the glass across her shows, a clear-cut image of the creature inside, the gluttonous stone-cold toad. See how it sits in the darkness, concealed in the subjects gut, with limbs of purple and emerald… Continue Reading →

An Explanation of the Continuous Necessity

You write so that when you fall, your descent will be arrested, by a silver net of words tied in knots onto the walls. And you ask, are they strong enough, tough enough, tall enough, what if they just break… Continue Reading →

Today

Today I felt a moment of sadness flicked in from nothing a moment given for the mourning of those who have no other I wondered whose loss I had been assigned who they had been before the trap closed whether… Continue Reading →

Who told you I was leaving?

You know I wouldn’t go anywhere without saying goodbye. And I’m not. I’m here aren’t I? There’s no need to cry. I know you got scared, I’m sorry but leaving you is the last thing on my mind. I know… Continue Reading →

Aged Thirteen and Late in Bed

(Written at 13, re-written at 20 and found in the archives at 30-and-a-bit) Aged thirteen and late in bed, I realised that one day I’d be dead. My stomach gave a sudden jolt, and in me found a strange revolt,… Continue Reading →

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