Archive for sadness

Distant Song

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 6, 2013 by dc

It’s those icy pavements
And the shock of white breath
As it leaks out your mouth,

Chimney smoke joining the sky
And the rise of chatter in bars,
Calm a distant song;

Down the high street

A grocer returns
To the pavement to holler
His multi-buy deals
Like he’s never felt woe,

The butcher chops steaks
With a whistle and shimmy,

The corner shop kids
Scream laughter all wild

And the local post office is all
Cards, queues and hustle.

You pull in hard
On those first winter breaths,

You haven’t left
The house in months
And your long uncut toenails
Bend sore against your shoes,

Your knees quiver slightly
And your skin hangs all dry
Like creased denim,

A wincing sadness in your eyes
Like a 5am drunkard
Stumbling through bird song.

You compose yourself slowly
Look up at the clouds
And see geese fly,

There’s the smell of logs burning
And a calm, distant song

The goosebumps
And the memories,

The cold you’ll move to warm.

Temporarily Broken

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 15, 2013 by dc

Dinner on the stairs,
A life unfair,
Makeshift dreams
And Tupperware,

Waking on the couch again,
The same old game
Of cat and mouse,
A house that echoes

Let’s go,
Let’s go,
Let’s go.

A slow routine
Of stumbled walking,
Mumbled talking
And drowned soliloquies,

A bed that teases lullabies
Then goes and cries
Into the pillow,

Curtains billow,
Whispering your name.

You’re temporarily broken,
Thoughts unspoken,
Bought with tokens

And all this because
You danced in the rain.

Talking To Furniture

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

Heard me
To furniture,

At dusk
I’d play
With the

And let the
Dance high.

I loved
Counting things,

And sighs.

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

A billion
Lonely floorboards
I could pace
Without this pain,

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

Deep Down

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on December 31, 2012 by dc

Deep down you know
How it should have ended,

There were piccolos playing,
A whispered song of eloquence
Wafting like the new
Terms of endearment

And a newly served drink,
Fresh with umbrellas and guidance.

Yet it’s back to the early days,
All guessing games and sketch books,
Diaries and chess,

Your wishing position
All eyes high and night skies,
Never revealing.

I can smell you on my skin
And this is it where it ends
Not begins,

A shadowed conclusion
Of an old boring story
That stayed clear of hope,

The joke,

The sadness,
Just that.

A Brief Evolution

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 27, 2012 by dc

Tonight the sorrow came,
Forgotten waves of sadness
Lapping at the back of my mind,

The sweet, joyous songs
Of childhood
All haunted and curdled,

The whispers of lovers
Like ships leaving ports,

Never returning,

Beautiful memories
Swimming off

Into the sky.

I closed my eyes
And let a single tear


I pulled on my heart
And sat back,

I looked down
And then swallowed,

Lost in the carpet,

And sombre.


The Broken Man

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 11, 2012 by dc

The broken man,
Down and lost,
His sandals splitting,
His trousers torn,

The defeated bow
And the clasped skull,

His loose tongue
Wandering in circles,

And then sadness;

Unravelling his life
To anyone who’ll listen,
Piecing together his downfall,
Fighting his thoughts
And battling tears.

Injustice curdles
As the night drifts by,

And as the stars
Try to shine
And offer
Hope in the sky,

A silence descends
Ushered by why?


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on August 2, 2012 by dc

The spent force
Still had time to explode,

The energy
That fed on tears
And polarised opinion

Rumbled and crumbled along
Before bursting,

Loved ones
Pulled into
The rage,

A blood red sky
On their frothy lips,

A minor explosion
Of hot breath
And bile.

The lovers
Sit tangled
In lies.

Glade Plug-In

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 23, 2012 by dc

Her life was like
A glade plug-in,

A smell masking
All her paranoia
And doubt,

A flowery bloom
Cloaking all fears,

A breezy invasion
Of faked joy
And wonder.

In The House Of Newspapers

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on May 9, 2012 by dc

In the house of newspapers
The sun curls its corners
And the draughts tickle
Yellow and jaded,

Yesterday’s headlines
And a tea stained blonde
Smiling towards sadness
And resting in time,

The twist of sly hindsight,
The hushed laughter of vengeance
And the untouched windowsills
Cracked in the heat.

Where once strode the pageant
Of black and white snapshots
There now sits abandon,
All wistful and saddened,

A coffee mug rotting,
A floor missing tiles,
The jubilant once was
Of now then goodbyes.

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.