All entries for October 2008
October 29, 2008
Cold warmth is my favourite smell,
Rough, fierce tenderness
And it's forgiving me;
Holding naked bloody flowers
it arranged like a jigsaw
For me, through me,
On the table I once touched and knew.
I opened my heart and it told me,
You told me, at home I will always find
Flowers and faces, forgiveness
In my favourite rooms.
But I loosened my ties and I fled.
I have broken a perpetual sky,
Depth shattering the eyes of God.
Still standing, its hands now follow a luck-strewn pavement,
Bending amiable street lights into spiders' legs
That throw bright silk at the shadows, at the walls
My shadows, my walls, cupping my house.
And this smacks of life, so it said
If this is where you want to be,
But I can't when walls and windows
Are locked as my winter throat.
Though powerless, I smile and know,
No need to look inside to see
That this is where I want to be.
October 22, 2008
October 19, 2008
Oh, goodness, sweet freshness,
Dragged in, thrown out,
Dragged in, thrown out,
SMASHing chattering teeth
Whilst I'm picking, picking, picking his scabs
With curious nails, splintered nails.
Don't you take them from me you invisible wretch, jealous wretch,
With your snakes and your slaves and your sorrow and your-
Stop it! Stop it!
Eyes, ears, eyes, ears, ears, eyes,
Bloated with cotton wool
And flaking skin
Won't you wait a while, my ravished lungs are burning.
October 16, 2008
Sometimes I watch him falling
When crippling hearts draw blank and dismiss, wavering,
Uncertainty an insult to insanity, coating his mind in beautiful dust.
And sometimes when they go up in flames, I find I am the only one
To crave, with envy, this humming scaffold of madness.
October 15, 2008
So I just realised I've actually posted 2 poems today and I haven't written a single thing otherwise! It all seems very unfriendly.
I spent a long time fussing over what to call my blog. I wanted something profound in the top corner; I'm hoping something amazing will come to me soon. I've also discovered that I find it a lot easier to write outside. I'll be doing that more often.
I saw a tree today and was immeasurably inspired to write my haiku.
I'm probably going to go to bed soon. I like this, it's like a stream of consciousness. But a little more disorientated!
More writing to come!
A tangle of wooden childrens' limbs are in my way,
Please, forgive me if I spread you out on the forest floor,
If I flex my heels, splay my heart and strain my toes through your
Humble mistakes. When all I wanted was my pathway.
They suck my skin like glass, man-made but beautiful,
A paradox, their grasping fingers falling through my outstretched arms,
Blind fumbling for myself amidst their silent cries and helpless palms
But I cannot return to them when love is null.
Mother Earth sips from my crunching keys
Inside a piano, the evergreen hands of God
Shyly tuned by brooklime beetles
For eternity, immortality in her heartbeat.