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Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 6, 2008 by dc

Sometimes the distance
Between love and indecision
Is just the width of a gnat
On its back after swattings.

Sometimes the laws
That we live by are twisted
And bent into shapes
We can pass on like batons.

Sometimes we forget
We are drifting and drowning
As we pull smiles on our faces
And try hard to understand

How the beauty of history
Is lost in a future
We have no real control of.

Sometimes words are just
Puddles in the park
And I don’t need to be near them
To know that it’s crying outside.

Rain gashes from the clouds
But it hurts just a few,
We are new to this downpour
And this bad luck was due.

Seasons Reverse

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 7, 2008 by dc

It’s so damp in here
My skin won’t stick
To any thought I breathe,

Out through
My ever shrinking window
The songbirds are dwindling
And the guttural crow of magpies
Is taking the estate by storm,

They trot and hop
With camp menace
Across their territory,
Prophetic chests puffed up,
Ruling the roost as they
Lift the silver slug trails
And oust the golden sky.

Here where life
Is too quickly stolen
And the days start
With silence
And end in a scream,

I soak up the rain
And watch thieves
On shallow afternoons,
An eye on their angular motions
As they bend through
The nooks and the crannies,

I catch a glimpse
Of the sun as it falls
And feel a swell of great pity
As seasons reverse
To the sounds of a storm
And sink in the sorrow
It sheds.