Shut the door Shhhh... Tip toe, Finger tip reach, To the top shelf. Then, shut the door. Kilner tight. Kill it. Close the lid. Flick the light, off. Then, shut the door. Turn your back Away. Do not look. Leave the past. Leave. Then, shut the door. I will not remember you.
White horses met us on the shore. We; wind whipped and wide eyed, Braced to meet their thundering gait. Not the romantic amble I'd hoped; The jutting Jurassic coastline stole my gaze, The violent air took your words away. And although your hand clutched mine, Your wonder was at the force of nature, Which pushed … Continue reading Poem: Dorset
I dreamed of one with a heart for you How i prayed, full on, shopping list Bespoke boxes, ticks, previewed, I totally. Missed. A point. You craved for my heart to be for you Giving first, faithful, loving pure, Soulful soul mate, fixed, renewed You eagerly, stressed the point. Lies have kept me apart from … Continue reading Poem: Heart for you
Dry umbrella, sniff of summer, An invasion of butterflies. The strangest feeling Planning a meeting By internet with emoticon smiles. You were late, our first date. So, i settle with a glass of wine. Suppress exclamation, Quell expectation, But I text ‘I’m fine’. I like the buzzing, gentle muzzy Feel of the trendy gastro bar. … Continue reading A First…
I’d resorted to using a website For lack of natural introductions, (a curse of a more modern age). In my naïveté, I thought it more honest, A chance for virtual reciprocation, or, where a tangible love could bloom. So, after searching for the right date site (and this took much procrastination!) I found one with … Continue reading Poem: You’re just not that into me
Two years ago i found out my husband of five months had cheated on me. Happy Anniversary: Your eyes disappointed me most. What I mistook for deep wells of honesty, Were actually fathomless pools of regret. And, each declaration you bestowed on me Was your own, furtive lament. Now i bow to you, awesome piece … Continue reading Poem: Your eyes disappointed me most.
Cars and buses, feet on wet pavement, Swoosh, tap, pace, and rap. And you, oblivious to time, you lament At dark windows, docking your cap. Dapper old man in your battered suit, Aiming your lighter toward your fag, A story set in your own head, you salute All that is familiar to you; a sad, … Continue reading Poem: The Old Man
Trapped in my bracelet. The hazard of one. Struggle to put on, Hassle to get off. I need a firm hand, To caress my wrist, And assist, In the removal Of this bracelet.
I’m a bit crap at resolutions, me I try to find the fusion you see Between easy, with something impressive That will raise an eyebrow, or two I try to allude to tenacity But in the end my resolve to be - good melts, like the ice in a baileys dream. Or, disappears – like … Continue reading Poem: I’m Crap at Resolutions