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Projections

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 23, 2017 by dc

All comfortable, alien glows,
Far flung from the trip of light sleep,

An awakening of projections,
The sunrise on your bedroom walls,

Stressed, sombre eyes deconstructed,
All fluttering beacons

And hushed melodies
In warm isolation.

You are buried in dreamscapes,
Wrapped loosely in calm,

A breeze circling in secret,
Stray magic all quivers,

Soft scratches in sandpits
And whispers of wonder,

Wandering across beaches
The tide petting your feet,

And setting you free
To just hum

And kiss bird song,
Tongue lolling,

A longing unwrapped,
Sweet serenity tapped.

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Wild Birds

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on November 26, 2014 by dc

I don’t want
To say goodnight

Or farewell,

I’m not finished
Worrying and

Toothcombing
The words

I’ve scattered
Across hours

And seen flutter
Like birds,

Flapping into grey skies

No longer trapped
In a thought,

Or caught in a pause

Where ancestors
Fought,

For the freedom
To say
The things
Once unsaid,

Or at least
Something shocking;

Then I remember my bed,

Dizzy from thinking
Of a thousand wild birds,

A flock of noise rising
And the things left unheard.

Before Sleep

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on June 26, 2014 by dc

I have words I’ve yet to promise,
A handful of insults
And a truth I need to bury,

Far beyond the blind man’s winds and clouds
Or the dreams trapped on the sand,

Across the tide’s dark purple hue
And beneath the questioning dusk,

I shake dried mud from my hair
And laugh at nothing won;

I have promises I’ve yet to insult,
A handful of truths
And some words I need to bury.

Slumbering

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

She snores like a slumbering wolf,
Content in her snuffling rummage,

Gentle fumes of spent wine
Filling the room
Like a soft scented dream.

I lie listening peacefully
Wondering if she’ll wake herself,
Whisper a riddle and return

To her deep wandering rumbles,
The quaint breathy drones,

The kind that sound happy,
Lost in innocent times,

She’s a smile wrapped in blankets,
Sweet grizzles combined.

Bleating Sheep

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 14, 2011 by dc

The boiler
And the persistent winds
Tell us,
Speak,
Speak!

The boiler
And the persistent winds
They tell us,
Sleep.

(I Am Almost Asleep)

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 2, 2009 by dc

The creak of wood,
The groaning waves
Of muffled creeping,
The shades of gothic doom,

Something’s at my door,
my bedroom door
(I am almost asleep).

I can hear the gentle hiss
Of a dying microphone,
The pant of a hungry guard dog,
The quiet violence of humming,

The voices of children
Running across foggy moors,
Whistles skirting the grass
As one of them falls.

I feel the fear
And the longing to melt
into camoflaged dreams,

Something’s at my door,
My bedroom door
(I am almost asleep).

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