clouded by dank fog
guided by wailing gulls
a ship clears the storm.
This was originally posted on my twitter @PaulWritesPoems without title or artwork. The original image was captured on the Northumberland coast in June 2020.
breaking the storm
Shared Rhythms
I pressed my heart to the ground
Then my palms
Then my ears
And lay listening to the earth
Feeling a shared rhythm
It wasn’t a rapturous beat
But a slow swaying pulse
I was enchanted in that moment
For a brief eternity
Feeling close
Feeling connected
And the world was whispering words of love
While holding my hand
But the sun grew jealous
So tore us apart
With ferocious tears
And hot spiteful breath.
The last thing the earth felt
Was my palms turning to fists
Pushing myself away.
Candles
The flame glows brightly
a memory of life lost
burning out too fast.
Love Yourself
Curb your inner voice
it speaks in hateful language
always love yourself
Sleeves
Sleeves on grey wet eyes
rush to wipe away sorrow
rub the pain deeper
the fly
No more clapping palms.
A fly dead in shocked violence.
Silence falls. At last.
Hurt the Sky
Lightning pierces sky
wounding with crazed cruel intent
Thunder gives applause.
ripples
a calm lake quivers
seduced by the moon’s soft kiss
telling ripples rise.
bamboo
we weave through life’s obstacles
like wind through bamboo
trying not to get whipped by branches
but often getting caught in the leaves.
foundations
we live in paper houses
stained at the edges
the poison crept in slowly
tainting the foundations.
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