Archive for modern poetry

Ruptured

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 20, 2019 by dc

His background noise
Boomed louder and louder,

Skies bled and winds screamed,
The swaying trees deafened,

His sense was washed
Away with the rain,

And his sanity
Trickled behind;

Voices curdled
Into mischief,

Shadows itched
And colours followed,

Borrowed horrors
Spat out squalor

Mixed with sorry
Old tomorrows,

Built on shattered
Cusps of faith,

It was fate that led him here
And he never questioned why.

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They’re Getting Angry At The Wrong Things

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on July 11, 2019 by dc

That corner of the pub
You always avoided,

The one where anger
Bubbled like the froth

On the pink faced workers pints
As they traded bile at lunch.

The place where the furniture
Sat at right angles,

Dirty pots piling high
As the volume increased,

All snuggled in filth
And crude banter.

It’s an antiques shop now,
Stuffed animals and trinkets

Sit where they sat,

Boxed fossils and clocks,
Dusty maps and pith helmets,

War medals and jackets,
Ornate mirrors slightly warped,

It’s a captivating place
But the carpet’s still stained.

A Butterfly Effect

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on July 7, 2019 by dc

A butterfly effect connected,

It stuck and sweated
Like a transdermal patch

Leaking its quick, sticky dose
With split seconds of laughter,

Detached from all reason,
Secreting and tweaking,

Before resting, unhinged.

Bubbles popped the world over,

An echo deafened
And crashed,

Rivers rose and seasons crumbled,
Buildings collapsed
And earthquakes rumbled,

As we fumbled for a reason,

We we’re shuddering,
A planet vibrating on its axis,

A wild reckoning;

I saw the ground come to life,

I touched my toes
For the first time in twelve years

Falling over,

Communities pulled together,
Learnt tales from each other
And sang histories shared,

There were countless deaths
But the loss became the answer,

Divisions faded in the toil,
Harmony fluttered from
The rubble and the waste,

New stories were told.

Far, far off in the distance,
In the matted stars of sleep,

Oblivious to all chaos,
Fattened by boredom,

Idly scavenging thoughts,

Sizzling eternities
And flickering flames,

Another sun burped
And a butterfly died.

An Oddity Dance

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 6, 2019 by dc

Those missing pieces
Hidden in pages
Once skimmed through,

Routines and the grind,

Succulent fruits tucked away
In the crags of the mind,

In the creases and folds.

A late night shock
Or sudden pop
Of live jigsawed beauty,

All sliding into place,

Love’s grace magnified,
A mystery come to life,

An oddity dance,

A sweet serendipity

Crafted by chance.

Dutiful

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 29, 2019 by dc

Silence broods
The floating smoke,
Embers rise,

Tears hang
Like dew on
Bent gutters,

Feet shuffle shivers,
A breeze licks
Its wet,

Eyes dizzy
Down to
The ground,

Moths oscillate,
And the crowd
Disperses.

From above
They scatter
Like the splash

Of the first
Storm’s raindrop
Stretched out,

A random fan
Of wet anomaly
Strewn loose,

As thunder
Threatens
Then drifts,

A dance of
Abandoned detachment,
A barely audible

Rip.

Last Year’s Haircut

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 26, 2019 by dc

He leant in with last year’s haircut,
Kissed her digital image convincingly
And relaxed into his script;

Truth is he just mouthed things,
He didn’t even bother with stagecraft,
He just ruffled his hair and smiled,

There’s a simple truth in laziness,

Improvising shame and ruthlessness,
Unapologetic foolishness,
Stumbling around all ludicrous

In another person’s dream.

Powder Blue

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 23, 2019 by dc

Light cracks
And the stars
Glimmer through,

Motion fizzles
And skips,
Morning wonders.

Peripheries catch
Stippled specs
Distant dancing,

Odd sounds
Elongate
And smear echoes,

Reality pops,
Delusions quiver,
Balance rocks.

In a fading
Corner of the room
Beliefs recede,

Worries tingle,
As insomnia hovers
Like a gull lost at sea,

Weary mantras retreat
In serenity’s
Stolen shadows

And the dawn whispers
Clues powder blue,
As the sky catches breath.