Archive for lost love

Blue Glove

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 21, 2012 by dc

In the undergrowth
Beneath the leaves
Where the pheasants
Once scuttled,

A single blue glove
Rots slowly,

A token clue
To the quiet,
Solemn beauty
That once
Cued our hearts.

That famished rhythm,
A glorious stumble

Of lost whispers
And daydreams,

Now just
A thought
Gently fading.

The Whispers Of Rain

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on April 6, 2012 by dc

That distant hollow hums
Once more and heartbeats
Line the stomachs
Of the broken hearted,

A love departed
Deep into the park,

The echo of singing children,
The tranquilised hush of cars
And the nagging worries
Braying like donkeys,
Shuddering the brains

Of the soon to be lonely
Autumnal plains,

There’s a wind gently blowing
And the whispers of rain,


The Beanbag

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 25, 2012 by dc

You chose the beanbag,
The comforting sink
Of contentment
And hush,

Just the odd crunch
Of shifting beans,
And the sigh of your mind
As it wanders
And settles

On a memory,

The white wine
In his garden,
The warmth
Of his arms,
And the trip
Of his lips,

Drips of sweet honey.

Your brain plays tricks,

There’s a hunk of bread
In your hands,
A dullard by your side,
And the sweet British quiver
Of a hidden mistake,

Lost in the floorboards,

As you shift,

Out of time.

Wooden Fruits

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on January 26, 2012 by dc

The improvised songs,
Boiled kettles,
Lazy Sundays in bed
With the biscuit sweats
And papers,

That painting
By the wardrobe
Of Adam and Eve

The kind of love
That closed doors
And found islands,

It was all there
Lined up
And ready
To be shot at.

They were sold
On make believe.

Young love
Is wasted on the old.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 4, 2011 by dc

It had its lifespan,
Greater than
A picnic daydream,
Less than
A prison sentence
For burglary.

Their hearts raced happy,
Longer than
A package holiday,
Shorter than
A career
In retail.

Their families never met,
They never owned a pet,
Went water-skiing
Or dabbled in role-play.

They just held hands
And wandered,

The streets
A scenic backdrop,

Months of giddy chatter,
Hidden dreams
And cushions scattered,

Songs on benches,
In gardens naked,
Endless drinks
And sex at dawn.

They kept their eyes open,

Swam in well thumbed oceans
All fiction and clichéd nutrition,

Made dozens of bad decisions,
Aborted missions,

No more wishing,

Future tracks
Just snapped
Then fizzled,

Lost in a riddle,

The middle
Of gone.

After Hours

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 10, 2009 by dc

The shadows play tricks,
All moon sprayed chameleons
And desperate darks,

They set things on fire
And sing songs in unison,

Love dies in seconds.

There Are Ghosts Here Now

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 4, 2009 by dc

There are ghosts here now,
The sounds of phantom engines
Drawing up outside my home,
The smell of your skin on my linen,
Your reflection in the clock face,
Your love in all my tears.

Time was I knew what instinct meant,
Counting new birds in the sky
And resting on predictions
Of when I’d next see your smile,

But there are ghosts here now,
A hollow born from sorrow,
An amplified silence on weekends,
Something new in the wastes of this city,
The punches of inevitable endings,
Your outline all blurred in the distance.