***
the gale
threw wood, rope, and plastic
from sea on to the sandy beach
and a black and white
Friesian cow
***
seagulls
wheeling
and diving
a goshawk feeds
steadily on a vole
***
the
footprints
in the sand
pointing
the way
***
***
afloat
on
the ocean
underwater
starlight
***
a perfect round stone
with a perfect round hole
in the centre
she found
on the beach
***
his wife
displeases him
so
he beats her senseless
“Punch and Judy”
***
***
wild white horses
galloping round your island
coming all the way to the shore
white frothy foam
kisses my bare toes
***
coloured
glass pieces
abraded by waves
glistening
wet jewels
***
the child
was told
the moon was made of cream cheese
she thought
the adults were stupid
***
hands
in her skirt pockets
the child with eyes looking down
walked along the sand
kicking shells
***
the child
watched the monkey in the red fez
on the showman's shoulders
she felt sadness
the monkey looked deep in her eyes
***
the child
knew
the road of life
and saw the doorway
that led to the stars of death
***
the child
never said
goodbye
she held all of her past
in her head
***
she said
she'd be the child's
best friend forever
the child learnt
'forever' meant 'til the end of the week
***
hiding
in
a sketchbook
three children
laughing and joking
***
***
when the child
opened a book
she stepped eagerly inside
and reluctantly left
when she got to the last page
***
the child cried
when his whole crisp
broke into pieces on to the floor
after
he bit into it
***
the child
watches the sun
falling out of the sky
and wonders
where it goes to
***
when the cinema exit door opened
the child rushed in
after the other children
crawled along the floor
then found a seat...
***
mother got out her silverware
for
Sunday's polishing
child
took to her heels and ran
***
the bird in the cage
who sings
to be free
the child looks out
of the classroom window
***
***
the child
touched the old oak tree
she slid inside the split
sitting so still in its mossy chamber
the child was the tree
***
if
she
had not been born
then no one
would have needed to lie
***
the
world
darkened
with pride
by man
***
the full moon
a clasp
for
the cloak
of the heavens
***
***
in evening's shadow
moon rises
watches o'er us
tells nightly stories
to those listening
***
the moon full
high in the sky
her silvery light
flooding
both sea and land
***
stars glittering
in
sky's dark meadow
the moon
a perfect pool of white
***
the
moon
stands still
all
alone
***
dead souls of people
cardboard
city
dead souls
wandering the night
***
she took
her dream
out of her head
put it in a cardboard box
and neatly taped it up
***
silent as the night
the moonlit face
wandered the cemetery
a
folded sculpture
***
***
the
hour
before dawn
night's
deathly embrace
***
cherry tree
tenderly cradled
the small moon all night
a halogen light
reflection in the window
***
the liquid night
slunk
into the room
formlessly
altering reality
***
the
words
of god
written
in the stars
***
for-get-me-nots
of
the sky
blossoming
of the stars
***
she woke up
her mind
extraordinarily clear
but
she was unable to move
***
last night
my unicorn
pranced round my garden
sun rose
he was stone once more, except a single white hair in his mane
***
under
the full moon
she sucked
a perfect round
mint imperial
***
the
sharpness
of that scent
catches
my nose
***
my
soul
in that shadow
that
fled through the door
***
***
her brains
ran
away
a pool
of water
***
if
she
spoke the words
they would take on
a different meaning
***
see
not
just with the eyes
but with
the whole body
***
she wondered
if
he'd given up waiting,
had he arrived and left
or was he still there
***
the worm
ate through
her heart
then
it burrowed out
***
poets
grow
by
their
suffering
***
all
are
poets
at
heart
***
***
in
a former existence
I was a painter
I'm a poet now
but do you know me?
***
making
your
myths
to fit a present
to fit the past
***
the gale
threw wood, rope, and plastic
from sea on to the sandy beach
and a black and white
Friesian cow
***
seagulls
wheeling
and diving
a goshawk feeds
steadily on a vole
***
the
footprints
in the sand
pointing
the way
***
***
afloat
on
the ocean
underwater
starlight
***
a perfect round stone
with a perfect round hole
in the centre
she found
on the beach
***
his wife
displeases him
so
he beats her senseless
“Punch and Judy”
***
***
wild white horses
galloping round your island
coming all the way to the shore
white frothy foam
kisses my bare toes
***
coloured
glass pieces
abraded by waves
glistening
wet jewels
***
the child
was told
the moon was made of cream cheese
she thought
the adults were stupid
***
hands
in her skirt pockets
the child with eyes looking down
walked along the sand
kicking shells
***
the child
watched the monkey in the red fez
on the showman's shoulders
she felt sadness
the monkey looked deep in her eyes
***
the child
knew
the road of life
and saw the doorway
that led to the stars of death
***
the child
never said
goodbye
she held all of her past
in her head
***
she said
she'd be the child's
best friend forever
the child learnt
'forever' meant 'til the end of the week
***
hiding
in
a sketchbook
three children
laughing and joking
***
***
when the child
opened a book
she stepped eagerly inside
and reluctantly left
when she got to the last page
***
the child cried
when his whole crisp
broke into pieces on to the floor
after
he bit into it
***
the child
watches the sun
falling out of the sky
and wonders
where it goes to
***
when the cinema exit door opened
the child rushed in
after the other children
crawled along the floor
then found a seat...
***
mother got out her silverware
for
Sunday's polishing
child
took to her heels and ran
***
the bird in the cage
who sings
to be free
the child looks out
of the classroom window
***
***
the child
touched the old oak tree
she slid inside the split
sitting so still in its mossy chamber
the child was the tree
***
if
she
had not been born
then no one
would have needed to lie
***
the
world
darkened
with pride
by man
***
the full moon
a clasp
for
the cloak
of the heavens
***
***
in evening's shadow
moon rises
watches o'er us
tells nightly stories
to those listening
***
the moon full
high in the sky
her silvery light
flooding
both sea and land
***
stars glittering
in
sky's dark meadow
the moon
a perfect pool of white
***
the
moon
stands still
all
alone
***
dead souls of people
cardboard
city
dead souls
wandering the night
***
she took
her dream
out of her head
put it in a cardboard box
and neatly taped it up
***
silent as the night
the moonlit face
wandered the cemetery
a
folded sculpture
***
***
the
hour
before dawn
night's
deathly embrace
***
cherry tree
tenderly cradled
the small moon all night
a halogen light
reflection in the window
***
the liquid night
slunk
into the room
formlessly
altering reality
***
the
words
of god
written
in the stars
***
for-get-me-nots
of
the sky
blossoming
of the stars
***
she woke up
her mind
extraordinarily clear
but
she was unable to move
***
last night
my unicorn
pranced round my garden
sun rose
he was stone once more, except a single white hair in his mane
***
under
the full moon
she sucked
a perfect round
mint imperial
***
the
sharpness
of that scent
catches
my nose
***
my
soul
in that shadow
that
fled through the door
***
***
her brains
ran
away
a pool
of water
***
if
she
spoke the words
they would take on
a different meaning
***
see
not
just with the eyes
but with
the whole body
***
she wondered
if
he'd given up waiting,
had he arrived and left
or was he still there
***
the worm
ate through
her heart
then
it burrowed out
***
poets
grow
by
their
suffering
***
all
are
poets
at
heart
***
***
in
a former existence
I was a painter
I'm a poet now
but do you know me?
***
making
your
myths
to fit a present
to fit the past
***
wafting
across
her sight
a white feather
from an angel
***
she watched
as objects floated
in the air
weightlessly
round her
***
the phone rang
she climbed
into the receiver
to see
who was speaking to her
***
***
photographs
lie
quite often
I'm looking
through the lies
***
pieces
of the puzzle
missing
death with her long red fingernails
stole those pieces
***
the kiss
in death
to make up
for all
he'd never said
***
the stepmother
had two faces
one, the smiling obsequious face
when the guests were around
but when they left..
***
***
space
invaded
relentlessly,
no "I" left in consciousness
to defend
***
the photograph
cut out
and altered
unknowingly
to the truth
***
seek
and you shall find
whatever your wishes
they can come true
so be careful what you wish for
***
my arms outstretched
knees slightly bent
I'm doing tai chi
I am a tree
a dog cocks its leg against mine
***
her
identity stolen
mangled
then left
with all its creases
***
the house
oppressive
in his presence
but after he died
it breathed a sigh of release
***
I open my packet
of Polo Mints
(mints with a hole in the middle )
every single one is broken
my heart sinks, I'm sad
***
a
strange
book
each time I open it
I find another uncut page
***
the truths
of
the poets
they tell
how it is
***
she
turned
to look
but
there was nobody there
***
***
a story
against
all odds
a
talismanic story
***
death
a
handsome trickster
knew
the right words to say
***
you won't remember me
a man said
but I replied, I remember your lips
(I'm deaf, I lip-read u see)
his wife looked at me strangely...
***
a contented cat
lazily sprawled 'cross my lap
reverberating loudly
my eyes are drooping
I fall asleep
***
she waited and waited
being polite
waiting for another
they let her down
and so she was late
***
they
were
hidden
she never
allowed them out to play
***
she
wanted
to be invisible
she became the chair
she was sitting on
***
***
lost her way
google maps
gave wrong location
so she 'borrowed' a stranger and his sat nav
then returned him to his car
***
she felt
calm and distant
as though
it had been weeks
not half an hour
***
in the dusty attic
she saw a chessboard
in the corner
but
all the pieces were knights…
***
a glistening blue dragonfly
hovered
investigated my potting shed and me
then
flew away
***
the
green shadowy mists
of time
waiting
to form
***
receding
into
the tree trunk
the
face
***
supple
and boneless
she slithered
her vampire's mouth
open
***
the other where
co-existing
with here
different
gauze backdrops
***
***
realisation
the
third
space
scary
***
there
is
no space
time
or place
***
neural
pathways
wiring
rewiring
misfiring
***
occupying
a
strange space
in
time continuum
***
our
lives
without roots
feathers
in the wind
***
a
fogged mind
knit it
then escape
through the dropped stitches
***
***
elucidation,
the
searchlight
came
on
***
sharpen
your
perceptions
enjoy
the taste
***
whispering
the
sky
a
song
***
***
a story
without end
reshaping
reordering
transmutation
***
everything
so quiet
and still
the wind
holding her breath
***
swansdown
floating
down the river
a flotilla
of boats
***
a
strange place
occupying space
between
thought and doing
***
butterfly mind
dancing
in the breeze
but taking
everything in
***
***
there were
no
boundaries
because
nothing was normal
***
strange
how
blood
looks like
freshly spilled paint
***
the wind
sang
softly
as she rocked
her child to sleep
***
cherry
blossom
fragrance
fallen
petals
***
the flames
licked
greedily
all
the way around
***
the
purple ash
falling like snow
deathly
pink
***
burning
wolves
mirroring
shattered
desire
***
a
bouncing
ball
bouncing
through life
***
trapped
nightingale
in a cage
blue twisted flashes of light
the alchemist waits
***
***
the spider web
face
spoke
a ghastly
fate
***
emotions
damaged
denied
never
understood
***
a graveyard
of spiders
all shapes, poses and sizes
my head thinking
could I not glue them on to a canvas and say "this is a painting"?
***
cold
sweat
pouring
clammy
aching
***
mind
flooded
with images
fragmented
then reassembled
***
the words
melted
into rivers
of
tears
***
a misunderstanding
between
thought
and
doing
***
the orange kitten
sat
in the heavens
gently patting the clouds along
with her paws
***
anxiety
spun
its thick sticky web
of
immobility
***
***
dead spiders
hanging from the ceiling,
dehydrated husks .
Would they re-hydrate
if I sprayed them with water?
***
myths
are words
and thoughts
about
the world
***
paper thin
skin
crumpled
flaked
away
***
the wind
two butterflies
dancing
wing-tip
to wing-tip
***
a prayer
on
the wing
peacock butterfly
sunning itself
***
reaching
into
a space
that
wasn't there
***
***
the words
floated
in the air
then inscribed themselves
on the tree trunk
***
there
was a sudden chill
in the room
and
it wasn't a door opening
***
empty
space
of mind
everything on the periphery
out of reach
***
walking
the
earth
all the spirits
past, present and future
***
just one
positive
dream
can transcend
negative realities
***
huge
cavernous
void
the pictures
hiding on the periphery
***
maybe
the
time
was
right
***
emotions
locked
in the most
inaccessible
rooms
***
little grubs
burrowing
eating
their
way
***
he
sits
silently
listening
to your thought
***
whosesoever
you
go
you always
take yourself with you
***
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