Archive for short poem

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,

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,

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.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on August 22, 2018 by dc

The unspoken spoken
And the worry free now
Naively unmoved
As the aftermath swells.

It’s Been One Of Those Years

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on March 26, 2018 by dc

The sun is bellicose
And ripe in its new
Violent pretence,

The sand shuffles qualms
And the sea laps
Its uneasy lies,

And here we are smiling,
Lost in bent laughter,
All chosen and certain,

It’s been one of those years.

When’s ‘Aliens’ On?

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on March 20, 2018 by dc

They broke the mould,
Glued it back together

And made a mess

So ugly and twisted,
Some started chanting
It’s name,

Some started suggesting
It should lead us
Out of the darkness

And towards salvation,

But all we could see
Were slightly cloudy skies
And a few burst balloons,

People shrugging
And litter.