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The Mourning Rain

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on August 18, 2019 by dc

Thunder calls,
The mourning rain,

Autumn sings
Its subtle pains,

Worries sink into the ground,
Dissipating drowning sounds,

A stream of thoughts running away,
The stale smells, a passageway,

Naive and oh so cavalier,
As shadows fall you disappear

Into your borrowed dreams,
Stitched together from smithereens,

Worn out t-shirts and happenings,
Your disregard for the finer things,

You’re happiest when you roam alone,
Gliding over the cobblestones,

Staring up at the great unknown
As all those memories that died

Rise high and hook their fingers in the sky
Like fire flies electrified.

Shadow Hovering

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 3, 2019 by dc

Two creeping cats twitch
Spooked by a midnight nothing
Shadow hovering

The New Sundays

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on January 3, 2016 by dc

They carried the rocks here,
Nothing dropped from the sky
Except ten million years of rain

And all it ever did
Was cry directions
And form its accidental shapes
Oh so slowly.

Now people are out here
Hunting for new truths,
Alive with wit and guile,
Bright eyed and slightly crooked,

Walking dizzy down pathways
Just trying to regulate heartbeats
And find lost, simple thoughts
That unlock their identified traps;

They’ve been told
The fresh air helps
And epiphanies yield better
From up high.

They are dots on a hillside
Freckled under the shadows
Cast by migrating birds
And all they all really want is peace,

The ferns to stop rustling
And the bushes to settle,
The air to stay crisp
And the numbers to lessen,

Wired up to silence and clouds,
Dizzy and ready for baptisms,
They are the new Sundays,
The mass slowly scattered adrift.

Safe Seat

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on May 15, 2015 by dc

He wants to laugh above landslides
While the fields flood
And the roads complain,

He wants to magnify the evermore
As raised hopes float
Briefly through darkness

And the sharpness of his soul
Bathes in trivial hindsight
And podcasts.

In this small village hall
Where for moments
You could easily feel

Like one of the last men on earth
Or a new wolf pack’s prey,

There’s a golden few seconds,
A pop stopped unreal,

Why sit and hope storms
Are the end, or the beginning
Of something concocted
By sparrows and whale song?

Why wait for the uploaded photos?

We’ve gone for the easy option,

He doesn’t need prompting,
He’s totally waterproof.

A Spider’s Web

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , on May 1, 2015 by dc

We are creating
A spider’s web,

We talk in patterns
And weave our jokes,

We’ve spelt the future
And we’re feeding
On the trickle down,

We suckle on the Y.