when im broken
torn
with
all my conceit
neatly
shorn
perhaps
then he’ll know
the hopes stifled
muted
hushed shushed
though still
as still as innocence
reborn
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years days moments minutes hours months weeks decades,
pockmarked,
weary,
skidding,
clinging onto,
raging roads,
hobbled,
shovelled,
dragged deep,
wrestling demons without,
within,
yet always,
always,
hugging hope,
as night yawns,
and a new day dawns …
the sapling that took root,
enmeshed in the sweat-soaked gulag of kisses & pain,
silence & self-pity,
will grow to be a tree,
rising above the prejudices of men,
higher & higher,
to that point when looking down,
humans all look the same.
and so …
I stretch out my arm,
my thumb defiant in the oppressive air,
& as I bid you an almondsweet adieu,
I hold you close,
whispering these words:
so long, my friend,
& stay well,
& know that I shall be counting down the days to how & to when,
I will see you here …
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marooned, alone,
on
cobwebbed shores,
far from home,
‘home’
is it truly home,
if
jagged feelings slice & shear?
can it ever be ‘home’
when
meagre verse shrieks out for all to hear
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The Interrupted Vision …
Straining to see,
the hummingbird that whispers,
the blade of grass that murmurs,
the fattened drops of summer rain,
falling.
Yearning to see,
that solitary palm on a long abandoned beach,
the coquettish ocean embracing the retreating sun,
the momentary mirth of a teasing twilight,
falling.
Aching to see,
that promise of hope,
as light fades,
flickering faintly,
in my unseeing eyes…
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