Archive for January 16, 2013

Talking To Furniture

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 16, 2013 by dc

Neighbours
Heard me
Talking
To furniture,

At dusk
I’d play
With the
Curtains,

And let the
Shape-shifting
Shadows
Dance high.

I loved
Counting things,

Buttons,
Bricks,
Cobwebs
And sighs.

Sometimes
I’d sit in the garden
And listen to
The children play.

I’d sing
Out of tune songs
On a five string guitar,

Eat toast
And flick coins.

Then it dawned,

There were
A million
Empty houses
I could spend
This time
Within,

A billion
Lonely floorboards
I could pace
Without this pain,

Even gutters
Have their limits
When the sky
Pours down it’s rain.