Untitled Love Song #17

Well, we’ve been this way before
We’ve all been down this road
Spraying out the love;
Collecting debts we owe

Wandering around
The blind beget the blind
Stewing on the past
And the small things on our mind

We cling onto I Love Yous
As if they’re the only words
As if everything is easy
And there isn’t any hurt

I don’t have the answers
I don’t even have the time
To process how we got here
Or what’s waiting down the line

People just need people
That’s the only truth
Don’t go looking now for answers
Life won’t give you the proof

People just need people
And that’s the only truth

 

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Something Missing

Summer’s streamers rose on
Something more than two.
Hearts conjoined in clarity
We two, we happy few.

But the Earth revolves around the sun;
Each season has its day.
Sandy summer beaches set
And harden into clay.

Love’s the cruelest teacher;
These lessons are hard-won.
Now I sit here all alone,
Something less than one.

 

Written for: http://andytownend.com/2015/11/09/poetry-101-rehab-missing/

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Writing 201: Poetry #8 – Last Day of Summer

We slurped our ice creams in the sun
Sitting there, us four
Vanilla, fresh! and chocolate,
Who could ask for more?

We sat in gorgeous silence
Watching that sun set
Packed our things and made for home,
A happy, free, quartet.

But the sun that set that night,
Never rose again.
Summer ended then and there:
A family, broken.

They rest now solely in my dreams
Us four, down by the lake.
And when I smell vanilla
My heart does freshly break.

 

 

Writing 201: Poetry Day 8 prompts – flavour – elegy – enumeratio

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Haiku Challenge – Tears & Wine

This is my contribution for Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge – check it out here https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2015/09/07/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-61-tears-wine/ . The prompt words really spoke to me – I have constructed a whole narrative haiku poem around them. You may relate… I hope that you enjoy.

Summer
Cocktails at the bar.
Easy silence; lustful looks.
Tearing off of clothes.

The smell of your nape,
Your strawberry wine kisses
Take me to that place.

Autumn
A brutal goodbye
(Is there any other sort?)
That night in the bar.
You left me a broken man,
Sobbing, shoeless, in the street.

Words tore through my heart
With the butcher’s finesse.
Vino veritas

Winter
Tears soak my pillow
Seeking the bottle’s comfort
No salvation there

Spring
Set aside the drink,
Believe in yourself again.
No more tears for her

Summer breeze carries
A scent of strawberry wine
Bringing fresh promise

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Love Haiku #5

21
Ran five miles home,
A long sprint to hide my shame;
A longer shower

22
An empty vessel.
I won’t miss you when you’re gone
I tell myself now

23
Last look through the door.
My heart stretched to breaking point
To see you with him

24
A look, lingering
Slices through my defences,
Leaves my wound exposed

25
My sun and my sin,
Guiding me through moonless night
Blinding me to faults

26 – For Emma
Purple skirt kisses
Next to the bar quiz machine
You looked amazing

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Picture by kind courtesy of NB Photography (you can find them and more amazing photos on Facebook, or at http://www.neilbarr.co.uk). “Ailsa Craig from Lendalfoot, Ayrshire”

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“X is for… (dark)” (poem)

Anaesthetised skin
Yields to the surgeon’s blade

X marks

Delicate incisions, then
Spreaders force ribs apart

I am open on your table

Deft fingers sew up the life blood arteries.
Forget-Me-Knots staunch the flow

The heart withers,
A blackened hulk,
Starved of oxygen

Tired hands lose their finesse
As the final cuts are made

The heart, lifted clear,
Inspected,
Weighed,
Logged,
Set aside

Black blood gushes.
Pain fills the void.

New flesh grows, timidly
Rising like a bile-bathed phoenix

Needing fresh anaesthetic

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I’ve written two poems for the letter X – one dark, one light. You can find the lighter one here: https://altheauthor.wordpress.com/2015/04/28/x-is-for-light-poem/