Poetry
Finalization – a poem for S
Finalization The word bores into me Like hungry beetles A realization Of our finality The end Pens scrape And I’m free of you Memories are pebbles In my shoes The ache of roads walked In vain The petals of love…
Take Me Down
Take me down to the river Where you first declared your love Take me down to the river Where you washed away my tears Take me down to the river Where you showed me your heart Take me down to…
More of the same
The road stretches To a blur The horizon Shows no hope Hurtling towards More of the same Stones rattle And spray noisy dust Sonny and Cher Croon on the radio I stare at my feet Pressed against the dash Chipped…
Decompress
Stretch up Lie down Twist left Bend right Nothing shakes the feeling Sit up Lean down Turn left Bow right Nothing releases the tension Up Down Left Right Toss Turn Twist gently Bend Break Breathe deeply Nothing shakes the tension…
His Guitar
He plays his guitar Like a natural Like breathing With a lazy rhythm Fingers in slow motion Weaving colours Bursting into imagination He plays in a way That makes me want to paint Big swirls of colour With both hands…
I thought of you
I thought of you As water burnt into broken skin As I breathed in steam I dreamt of you last night The only reason that you’re on my mind? Or is it? Things fell apart today As rain clambered against…
On a hill
Fingers trailing Against the dark sky Shadow playing in moonlight I told you I’d only kiss On sight of a shooting star You tricked me with a passing plane I didn’t mind Fingers trailing Along insides of elbows Goosebumps flare…
Little Boat
Lying in bed Pretending That the rain Isn’t rain But the ocean Lazily lapping Against my little boat Like Owl and Pussy Cat I’m floating to my future I can feel The sun Smell the salt Warmth radiates The fantasy…
Sunny Skin
Skin Scented with sun And honey Radiating A second hand warmth Stolen While watching clouds On a winter afternoon Laughing bellies Pressed to the earth As we lazily sipped tea Flip flopping On to our backs To scan the sky…
Youth
Freckled limbs Poke from blue dress Mouth like a bruise Against pale skin Blue eyes float Above the constellation Arching over cheeks Sharon Paine July 2015
