As though my soul were a guitar, And he played my every string. Sometimes his words, Reverberating. In harmony. Other days, The notes vibrating. In a cacophony of brilliant discord. As he played my soul for me.
Author: sio18
My Paper Heart is Kindling
(The Beginning) The day they bring him home All glistening, white as bone My pages quiver and moan For I know I’m a doomed old tome “6,000 books!” I hear them say “And £100, that’s all to pay” I’d burn him if I had my way But my way’s gone, I’ve had my …
An Ode an Overthinker
An overthought poem Snuggled up warm Snoozing cat near Glowing with the charm Of that final beer I’ve set the alarm, I sense sleep’s near But. Then I remember. That thing. You know the thing. Yeah, that’s the one. Forget it. Nope. It’s in there now. Shit. I think I may, I think I …
Snowflake
I came into being as part of a cloud; a great big cloud that wrapped itself tight around the jagged peaks of the tallest mountains. The north wind sang a lullaby to us each evening that told us we were born from a mighty river that journeyed for miles and miles, all across the earth, …
The Words
Fingers patter on the keyboard, Like a quiet fall of rain. Some days I see the tale ahead But others I push in vain. I can drink a thousand coffees, Or try it now with wine. It makes no difference really, The words come in their own time. They see me sleeping happy, …
Silver Moment
Between my dangling feet The whole world drops away In one polished silver moment Of harmony. Now. I cannot go backwards, I must go on. I do not decide, The conclusion is forgone. And I feel nothing, Neither fear nor regret. But empty and open, I accept. I do not breathe, I …
The Shadow and the Reflection
Oh, where are you going, And where have you been? You strangest of strangers, I ever have seen. By brown Yarra’s side I first saw you staring. With those all-seeing eyes, Watching, forebearing I saw you once more By Nile’s source pools. But I lost you amongst The ripples of schools. In …
To Live: Verb
To laugh, to love, to wish, to cry To dream, to scream, to fight, to pry To hope, to hold, to give, to die To hate, to wait, to need, to try To make, to take, to have, to sigh To fall, to fail, to dance, to lie To never stop asking ‘why’ To say …
The Valley
This is the road that’s riven through hell This is the path without toll of church bell This is the land where no lovers dwell And this is the tale they’ll never dare tell And I will not hope nor pray nor weep, Nor find some peace that was buried deep Nor will I …
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