Again

A bit more of that deep kinda stuff thats not at all inappropriate.

Those moments…

Drowning in sweet abandon and revelling in disregard

we feed the thirst oft kept in check

with the incessent drip of compromise.

So deep we drink and quickly quench

yet satisfaction evaporates

ripped from our mouths by daylight’s glare

and withered, shallow roots lose grip.

.

And in the dark as sunlight fades

and shadows creep and cold embrace

my heart ensnares and laughter rings

like church bells in my ears.

I crave you still and wonder how,

and where, and why and who

until at last my mind grows dim

and peace once more returns.

 

 

 

 

Then

Some of that non rhyming poetry lark.

Though eyes grow dim and final sunset calls

you ever still remain as bright as sweetest summers day.

And soft warm smile my heart delights one final evermore

and no regret, not one, no single moment would I trade.

.

Upon my door the darkness hurled

and screams to steal first kiss and each one since

though splintered wood lay all about my feet

protected, each defended to the last.

.

And when I lay upon the cold and unforgiving stone

hands crossed upon my fiersome pounding breast

you call me home and no more will I fight

and drift to sleep at last within your arms

 

 

We

Well that’s some miserable shite right there!

With lies ignored and foolish hope,

your heart beats still for what you once held dear.

And bloodied fingers, chewed and raw

cling desperate to promises

and smiles once oh so sweet.

.

His hollow words drip sacharine

and cold once tender touch

and fist and tongue and crimson rage

cast blame and fault and fingers point

and head hangs low in shame

 

Ensnared, entwined, in unison

they lie, alone beneath the sheets

Warm breath, rough hands, those future plans

that pillow talk, now empty sounds

blood flows through veins but weak

 

And morning follows night alas

days slip into the grey

of habit, forced endearing smiles

and months, turn years and decades pass

and winter brings release at last

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love – FFFAW Challenge

You’d think we could be nice to each other wouldn’t you…

“Where are we going uncle?” Eleanor asked as she was swept slowly along with the crowd.

“To the memorial service” uncle answered not looking up.

“Why?” She asked holding up her sign just like the other excited children.

“Because you’re a good girl”

“Am I?” She asked.

“Yes you are” Uncle replied. “That’s why I bought you the backpack” he continued, his hand on her shoulder steering her through the crowd.  “That is a very pretty sign Eleanor, did you do it all by yourself?” he asked.

“Mummy helped me make it” she said quite proud.  She didn’t see Uncle very often since he moved away but he always bought her gifts when he visited.

He took her hand and lead her through the masses.  There were so many people, more than she had ever seen before.

“I can’t see” she said jumping up and down, her view blocked by a tall man carrying a candle.

Uncle reached down, his hand snaked into her back pack.  Leaning forward he whispered in her ear.

“Goodbye Eleanor.”


photo courtesy of Elaine Farrington Johnson

I feel rather tired of people being complete arse holes to other lately…