Would I look at you ,the same ,” regardless”
if your eyes were filled with pain
I would probably look closer, more information to obtain
I might want to support you in your struggle to survive
To try to hold a mirror to the you
behind the pain and strife
I would want to demonstrate the power of belief
Particularly those negatives that can become life’s thief
I would look for signs, that you could love yourself
A must to heal that pain, and to transend the past
Would I look at you ,the same ,” regardless”
if your eyes were filled with pain
I would look closer more information to obtain
Category: darkness
My home
Inside my bag are packed the things
that fill my heart with joy
the faded, threadbare shawl
that whispers
a tinplate soldier toy.
Inside my bag wrapped well in cloth
a tiny mirror fragment
immortalised inside that glass
the ghosts of those I love
Some memories are intransigent
Inside my bag stowed very safe
two engraved silver napkin rings
a wooden bowl of cedar wood
an ebony black queen a
reminder of past sins
Inside my bag I have my home
memories, from days gone by
I lost the rest, I am alone
I will be till I die.
The hostel for the homeless
Is where I rest my head
My bag stops my neurosis
My home sits under my bed.
I am the curse I am the legend
This is a Terzanelle with a rhyme pattern of
ABA¹, bCB, cDC, dED, eFE, fFAA¹
The water ripples dancing silvered
Joining and flowing to become the sea
I am the river rushing tempered
If you listen hard you can hear my plea
I am the curse I am the legend
Joining and flowing to become the sea
I am destruction I am resentment
If you listen hard you will hear my screams
I am the curse I am the legend
I utilise a siren’s schemes
To lure you to a fate you can’t forsee
If you listen hard you can hear my screams
I grow and expand as I hit the sea
As I roll and I crash, my power forms
To lure you to a fate you can’t forsee
Forever revenge will conjur up storms
As I roll and I crash my power forms
The water ripples dancing silvered
I am the river rushing tempered.
The sign
Dark days become nights the stars don’t align
in this nightmare world of retrograde time
Stare into the cosmos look for a sign
Spiral out of control, lost lifes design
You were my anchor now gone such a crime
Dark days become nights the stars don’t align
Need to find a new path draw out the line
Not play the fool in futile pantomime
Stare into the cosmos look for a sign
Days feeling like weeks dreams seem borderline
My home no longer the haven sublime
Dark days become nights the stars don’t align
Break free from bad feelings must not resign
My love is worth more than a tumbling dime
Stare into the cosmos finding a sign
Love all encompassing, truly divine
Is waiting to find me yours was a mime
Light days become nights the stars realign
Stare into the cosmos yes there’s a sign.
This is written in the form of a Villanelle.
The dark of the night
I lay on a bed in
the dark of the night.
Dressed all in satin a
sensuous sight,
A sacrifical pose,
From a satanic rite.
You are beside me your
breath on my skin,
I welcome your presence,
A reprise to begin.
My world and my lover you
left me, chagrin,
Now you are back,
Great joy set to win.
I feel immortal your
touch, energises,
You make me whole,
I forgive you your lies.
I turn towards you then
let out a scream,
Dressed all in black,
A dark angel you seem.
Is this the darkness that
fills your soul,
Those feathered wings,
Hyperbole?
You bend to kiss me, then
suck out my breath,
Am I the sacrifice,
You, the angel of death?
I seem to diminish my
breathing to stop,
No I must fight,
I will survive, will I not?
I lay on a bed in
the dark of the night.
Twisting and turning,
Now radiating light.
Vortex
Vortex dark and swirling,
Momentarily still,
Grey shades of darkness, lozenge
shaped,ready to kill,
Fae currents from
a far off world,
Coalesce in this spot,
Danger dark despicable,
Could this be our lot?
Brightness, radiating beams
of light, our saviour or
our plight?
Blue and golden
rainbows, holds the darkness
tight,
Just holding dangers balance
keeping up the fight,
The aura made of goodness
is filtered from our world,
Banishing the evil to just a little swirl.
Dark of the night
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