Was it the blurry vision that caused my watery eye? Or the side effects of all those drugs that briefly made me cry? Or maybe just the crazy choice to drink the whole month dry? Was it that late-night movie? Or was the reason why – A damaged flower, a life cut short, that everything must…
Category: Verse
Cloudburst
An ocean painted with heavy snow,White sand dunes ruffled in a still windCapturing the morning lightAs it sweeps across the edgeless featherbed. Orange and pink grapefruitA gentle breakfast glowThe new day stretches, yawnsAnd smiles with expectation Suddenly dazzling raysGallop through the cornfieldsIgniting the world in golden flames.Welcoming the beauty and newness of dawn. …
Daybreak
In silent peace and cool darkness All nature sleeps Whilst I, alone and content Bathe in the calm stillness Before the sunrise.Clarity and beauty Decorate the caverns of my mind Without the noise of other beings This world is mine And all that is in it. Encapsulate the moment Then, welcome the yellow-grey dawn And…
Breeze
Like a playful spirit The warm breeze breaks into my room Drifting through the open window Soothing my shoulders Ruffling my hair Filling my head with the scent of summer Intoxicated I turn and look outside From where she came And see her playing wildly with the petals on the uncut grass Making a million smiles In endless shades of pink on green Laughing to herself And…
Melting at her touch
She wakes at dawn, her golden fingers silently sliding across his cold, white skin. Peeling back his sheets, softening his shadows with the light and delight of her opening eyes, she caresses him without a touch, so as not to disturb him, so as not to waken him, only to warm him, to melt him,…
EGB – These be the Verses
16.4.1932 – 30.1.1978 By her It Must Die On Failing to Advise Failures Trivia Caspar If It Hurts The Trap Apathy Platitudes Slum Clearance Vitality October Newly Added Précis on sense of touch We are the Dead People A Little Another Satire Depair Optimism About her Fragile Transparency Blair Atholl Mothers Day The Last Word…
Blair Atholl
I saw a ghost today Of happy times Days full of life. In a small overgrown field, The same stream rushes down below, The little hut remains in the corner. The narrow road still winds behind the old, stone wall. The scents of grass and freshness linger. And almost audible I hear the whispers of…
Transparency
One moment, a sliver of time captured on film, a surgical exposure of soul, unbeknownst to the model. Sitting there, joining in, her heart and mind miles away, she dreams of the unfamiliar, the exciting, the exotic, she craves to be anywhere but there. The ocean torments her and entices her, it flows freely –…
Fragile
A fragile flower Her vivid petals flamboyantly Splayed and displayed Attracting and distracting the eye. A statement of self Unable to be other than her essence. Take me, or leave me I am who I am For better or for worse (Probably for worse). She self-destructs, of course Inevitably, tragically. And the world is duller…
The Trap
From night to day, a time when darkness comes with morning tea. No sympathy – just tea and unwashed cups And debris from having lived the last day. And a day to remove the debris ready for tomorrow Stretches till evening when the cycle ends With night – and then a day. Sometimes the circle…
Unwrapping The World 