Sunday, November 29, 2009

see inside...








impulse dictates
you search for dreams
at the end of the highway far,
when all you need
is to look inside
the chambers of your heart.





Friday, November 27, 2009

55 - time to say goodbye








this is the end,
our last goodbye.
two lovers stand
at the great divide.
bonds that have withered
through careless neglect,
sorrow is deep,
two souls shipwrecked.
dreams didn’t last,
too late to retrieve;
distances vast,
too late for reprieve.
you’ll still fill my dreams
on lonely dark nights,
'til gracious moonbeams
our future rewrites.







every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man




Tuesday, November 24, 2009

trust in me






it was by the muted candlelight
that i looked at you with new eyes,
the hair’s casual fall into your face,
shielding you from the pressures of life.
your lips so soft, gently curled in a smile
to an echo you solely could hear,
your skin with the etches of time displayed,
though to me this is but a veneer.

i’m engulfed by an urge to open this book
of thoughts that you keep deep inside,
to hear those whispers only you can hear,
to be filled by the dreams that your hide.
to see the sketches you keep concealed
as you say when they happen, i’ll know,
but i’d much prefer to support the idea
than be offered the finished rainbow.

i’d like to be there when the timeline extends,
maybe offer my love and my thoughts.
achievement is something that you measure by
yet the forming’s what gets me caught.
the range of your vision, the style of design
is what makes you who lies beside me,
give me a piece, just a crumb at a time,
please believe, when i say, trust in me…






Monday, November 23, 2009

a lost memory







she’s a girl, she was nine, on a lone silent street, where the sea and the desert sands mingle and meet. up ahead the waves break to a foaming white hiss, while welwitschia’s stretch and the desert sands kiss.

and she watches the fog sinking down in a veil, while the strange scent of sea salt her senses assail. she is cloaked in a shroud of cold dampened sound, amongst buildings deserted, all the doorways closed down.

isolated, alone, she is standing dead still, small and unnoticed under seagulls cries shrill. the memories swoop down as i knew her back then, a stranger ‘mongst friends, out of sight and unseen.


Sunday, November 22, 2009

when angels cry







sculpted into
archetypal mold,
curtailed, ere we even start;
filling our souls
with angel’s tears
as we bear captivity's mark.






Friday, November 20, 2009

55 - this is goodbye




the party has come to spectacular end
every last word irrevocably penned
the final chord wrung from the broken guitar
shattered the dreams in a threadbare boudoir

and the crumbs that remain a painful eyesore
of glittering times before the outpour
as emptiness fills the once loving space
time from the memories yourself to unlace






i originally titled this 'memories unlaced' but i think it misleads from its intended meaning... thus i've renamed it...


every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man



Monday, November 16, 2009

lost to the sea





we leave but a fleeting
sense of our touch,
as we pass through this world on a breeze;
as ocean waves stroke
the distant seashore,
our footprint is lost to the seas.


picture: http://milesgore.deviantart.com/art/Discontent-84487845

Friday, November 13, 2009

55 - life on a prayer







picture yourself adrift on that cloud
of cottonwool high in the sky,
under warm breezes of angels wings
as round you they flitter and fly.
chants being sung by heaven’s choir,
their notes hang like mist in the air,
a solitary soul in the lap of the gods,
the beauty of life on a prayer.





every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man




Wednesday, November 11, 2009

melodious dreams






the gentle waves lapping, as dusk settles in,
murmur sweet comforting words,
caressing the tension from day-weary limbs
while steering the soul homewards;
and the wafting wind of scented twilight,
quietly clears the mind,
as moonlight reveals melodious dreams
that tenderly thoughts unwind.





Friday, November 6, 2009

55 - waves








just moments before
the full moon bursts forth
from behind storm clouds in the night,
the dark is the deepest
pit of despair,
that crushes you with its might.
then silver waves bathe you
in rays so intense
your spirit with heaven unites,
giving you strength
to from this deluge,
to rise and to alight.










every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man




Monday, November 2, 2009

cry in the dark







i’m closing the door,
i’m walking away,
i’m leaving the past,
i’m out of the fray,
with battle wounds red,
my head held high,
i no longer stand
in the dark and cry,
while you tried to break me,
tried piercing my shell,
you damn well near managed
to place me in hell,
but now is my time
on a flight to embark,
i’m leaving this room
without windows, that’s dark.
too long now the bygones
have left me besmeared,
my story’s now written,
long pages, dog-eared,
with mem’ries that hurt,
i’ve placed them in words,
released me they have,
i now walk with songbirds.







i've written this poem for Janice over at My Diary, http://janmrp.blogspot.com/. please go and say 'hallo' to her...