Archive for short poem

Abrupt Blackout

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 19, 2019 by dc

When the bulb fizzles out,
The glass stays warm,

All hushed fascinations,
Inhalations,

Fresh dilations
And pfft.

A pivotal moment,
A popped sigh
Cocked askew,

A hovering suspense

With those brief
Tickled shivers,

And soft
Hissing whispers

Of unassigned types.

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Generation Next

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

Just like the minor fools
Who thought so many things
Were achievable,

They sit twisted on the sofa,
Patiently waiting for
Pizza and enlightenment;

They’re avoiding the news
And just waiting for signs,
Or at least sublime substitutes

For all the heartburn
And the vague regret
That something could’ve been done,

Something won,
Were it not for that
Big blinding sun.

Brutal

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 13, 2019 by dc

Brutal beliefs
In an over ripe
Memorial garden,

Low buildings,
The shadows drop
Quickly at dawn,

All the neon
And glitter fades
In the sun,

All the cracks
And stains slouch,
Ungroomed and tired;

A surprised town
Where the dandelions
Sing until winter,

Streets propped up
By liquor and
Flickering hope,

History itching
Through pavements,
Beneath doorways,

There were reveries
Here when the dogs
Roamed.

Fridge Magnets

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

Her young words
Stuck to my thoughts

Like fridge magnets
Sliding slightly
Down a door,

A beautiful question
I’d reduced to a
Cutting aside,

Why are you always funny?

We looked at each other
For a moment,

Two cats frozen,
Guessing,

Just the purr
Of the passing cars
Outside –

I’m not really,
I said,

I know,
She sighed.

Microtonal Rainfall

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 28, 2019 by dc

An elating flux,
The way of a pulse
Scribbled on wax paper,

A new calling card,
Shimmering as if signed
With microscopic certitude;

See it cleverly head
Through the murk,

Mischievous
In its chaotic pace,

Timbres morphing,
Amoebic hiccups
Lost in storms,

The emotion-tugging sounds
Of whispered love
And snuffled tears,

The moment sleep
Succumbs to song,

The phantom ambient.

They’ve Lowered The Ceiling

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on November 29, 2018 by dc

High on believing
Because they’ve
Lowered the ceiling,

Drunk and healing
As we steal our adventures,

The treasured realisation
Everything’s better blurred

And far away from the herds.

Ghost Wanderers Conduct

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 8, 2018 by dc

Ghost wanderers conduct
The long midnight hush

As the river rolls ancient
Through somnolent valleys;

Grey misted memories
Hug onto the banks,

Ornaments of fortune
Glimmer down all quixotic

And autumn rests in its fog,
Cushioning confusion,

Caressing the landscape
All languid and vague,

Amidst the heavenly smell
Of old trees softly sighing,

Their leaves stretching out
In the black wilderness.