The leaves pick up
And swirl and twirl beneath me,
Rising, to the swirling-twirling in my head.
...
Beauteous is the evening.
Here; atop
Where i behold the flat sky,
It's hypnotic doze of light blue to one side
...
Into a slumber then I fell
I seemed to see but could not tell
her feature of her fashion
Till now, I just imagine.
...
Silent,
But over ambitious.
Quick in thought,
But quicker in action.
...
Its 3am.
way passed the sleep hour.
I stand surrounded in surreal stillness.
This moon shy night admits no ray.
...
This spontaneous outflow of emotion has come again,
Its been quite a while now, old friend.
You who made the Golden Glow of the sun none,
And seemed to pave the way all too soon.
...
This place I can't leave
Though its here I grieve:
A long lost desire,
Of love, now in pyre.
...
Tizzie Dunn was dead too,
and the Devines, back to England.
...
Your wheels, turning and circling
Each ego fuelling machine,
Grown bald from selling each strand
Of unchartered hair.
...
The moon's the grey haired judge,
The dark half hid clouds it's jury,
Flashy Jupiter, the distant District Attorney.
...
The train chugs in,
Your feet inch closer,
To the vessel puffing dry.
...
This still night
filters some light through my half open balcony door.
the curtains dancing silently,
canoodling with light from outside.
...
In a fragmentary fashion these poems make up a biography of an emotional and inner life. Yielding depths of passion and meaning, it is mixed with puns and play on words, with each poem having a double meaning and a universal theme. Most of them DEAL with power; power to subdue; change and staticity. The most interesting part of my poetry is the form it takes. Each has it's own unique one as i keep experimenting with different styles.But what comes through strongly in each poem is the emotion; desire, angst, perplexity and sadness which can be quite overwhelming at times.It's pure simplicity and wide range of subjects make it extremely relateable.)
Nature To Me
The leaves pick up
And swirl and twirl beneath me,
Rising, to the swirling-twirling in my head.
Leaves leave of branches
And as if dancing to a tune,
Touch ground to be no more.
The branches shake now and then
Whilst the tree stays sturdy strout
Un-moving, unknowing to nature's changing course
The nest lay (or what was left of it) mercilessly ravaged,
And the innocent birds fluttered far and away
Sensing the deformed damage and seeking shelter somewhere…soon.
Since then, I gazed intently upon nature:
What once dazzled and sparkled
Seemed mutilated, motionless
As if nature's clock stopped ticking.
Yet- is there still a spirit in the woods.