Hopeless

Love note penned in ink

kisses smudged with derision

Too clumsy to care

Silly Cow

There once lived a cow in the zoo

Who didn’t know how to moo

She thought it a lark

To whistle or bark

Or hum a nice tune in the loo!

 

Can’t believe I actually submitted this as part of a TMA!

Adrift

in my own world
misplaced in my own reality
No longer sure where I was heading
The place that I came from gone

Where do I go when directions are lost?
Where is my compass, my guiding light?

Here alone, wherever here is
no way of knowing if I’m moving at all

Paddling weakly in circles,
serene surface ripples
the only evidence I’m still alive

Eyes closed
Ears not listening
not wanting to hear
the silence that exists between two nowheres

Plodding On

countryside

gradually more hilly

obstinately uncraggy 

A gentle descent

into Warm Springs 

It sounded like such a nice place

to pass away

Homemade Happiness

Hard-wearing but colourful

skin stretched over slender frame 

Long string tangled

it flies ever higher 

Soaring, wheeling, diving

Inevitably a crash.

Dirty and broken 

Something so easy, so free

will always depend on the weather. 

Unrequited

I think of you the moment I awake

despite my pact that I would not relent.

My mind misleads, pretends I smell your scent

which makes my stomach churn, all senses ache.

Your plain dark looks, a drug I can’t forsake

gives bittersweet and silky smooth descent

into a decadent, luxurious torment.

I hate the way you linger at my hips

once you’re devoured.  Not just a greedy fling,

I can’t give up my aphrodisiac.

Ashamed when caught, your taste stays on my lips

but diet books have taught me one sad thing:

‘chocolate cannot ever love you back’. 

Ticking Away

Ticking Away

Crumbling church, perched high above the village

guards heartfelt thoughts on lichen-rich headstones.

Dark stubbled boundaries, sheep in grey bloomers

match steely sky; late, pale moon hanging high.

Woodpecker’s staccato percussion breaks

the stillness of this silent symphony.

Footpaths lead through green-hued rainbow fields,

entice from real but stilted clockwork life.

An unrecognisable silhouette

hears nothing. Punctuated by gunshot.

Warm breath coming faster, I check my watch.

This timelessness cannot last forever.