I want to write a poem about 'nothing'
(not an easy thing to do) .
I want to describe the emptiness
that I've found since I lost you.
Life is now as confusing
as an Irish mermaid.
The dye from these thick, black socks
colours my toes in violet.
Hold tight now as we glide above the night-gray slates of village rooftops.
Look into the chambers, where in creased pyjama beds,
the sleeping, wrinkle the sheets in unconscious feats of love and derring do.
Now in my grey-haired heart,
Flows the blood of seasons past.
Those pastoral beats, that once surged
Is this a poets life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a forum
No escape from profanity