Paula Puddephatt Poems

You would love to put me on trial.
Meanwhile,
my mind is full of words,
and in-yer-face neon signs,
...

my dark recollections
extensive selection
buried
but why
...

Trust, so pure -
it can be broken -
shattered.
...

drifting
lucid dreaming
magnolia morning
awaits
...

collage of dreams
memories framed
in mahogany
...

I think it through
analyse
then analyse the analysis
dissecting remembered conversations
...

where do they go
these emotions
that flow
the liquid gold
...

words
my words
take them
take
...

each conversation
is a game of consequences
at each point
at which I could have said
...

all but one
of the bouquet
of flowers
have drooped
...