Mark Heathcote Poems
Two Poems Of Two Line Poems
The still pools reflection, what clarity, within its deepest depths it holds?
Until a trouble mind bestirs, silts of time. Looking for what else unfolds.
In comes morning, hauling death. Don't close your eyes
There's only another fifty years worthless wondering left.
I Was A Friday Night!
I’m with them,
I’m a wallflower
I was a Friday night!
A clatter of bees all burning frenetic wings
Bumbling, alone, alone
Drinking amber-nectar to a soothing song
Cutting ties to the hive
Pretending I’m just fine, I’m okay,
But honesty, it was all lies