Long Sad Day

Sadness creeps in like a storm drenched dog,
An oil slick slipping silently over my heart.
It engulfs, seals and bides;
It is unmoving, soul-less and absolute.

It is no dead weight, no extreme of emotion;
Just a sad day that forgot to go away.
It rumbles and niggles and stays,
Like a ripple on a calm day.

[This is from about 2 years ago.]

The Dress

Cherished child watches the empty sky with a withered flower in her hand.

Is she visible in this wilderness where the soldiers march efficiently by?

She holds it out, watching its unexpected demise.

Her attention fixed on the wilting bloom, as if willing it to rise from the grave.

She is a child of circumstance, in a dress that was once beautiful.

It's shy pink peaking out from behind the dust,

Beside the desert khaki that towers over her,

And the sand beneath her feet.

Visual train of thought partially inspired by the artwork on "Silent Echoes" Video EP by Dr Noise

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6/12/09

Today

Your smile makes me flutter,

Like it’s still 1987;

And turn away in efficiency,

As if I’d never seen you at all.

I know you live in far flung places,

With writing on the wall.

I have nothing to say to you.

I make myself walk away.

Does your ego need the boost of knowing,

What I withhold from you today?

I don’t know if this thing grows;

In the hothouse of my woes,

In the vacuum left by patience,

Or like a weed that pushes its way in?

I cannot knowingly be part,

Of creating barren land.

So bring on the weedkiller,

Tear out the roots,

Wash my heart down with water,

And unclench my fingers from your smile.

28/11/09

One-way mirror

Your broken image stares back at you:
Cowering, hiding, casting furtive glances.
The clock ticks and you hear nothing changes.
You’ve ticked off the last of your chances.

You sit alone, covering both mirrors:
With sweetness, with metal, with orange glasses.
You are the only key but you don’t fit.
Another day, another night, morning passes.

On the other side of the wall
We can see you, a flower unfolding.
You are encrusted with jewels.
You are so beautiful it hurts.


Inspired by L, C & C,
other people I’ve known,
times in my life,
& a line from a U2 song.

24/2/09