Archive for December, 2019


Ghosts

Skies, full-
expecting snow,
blown by
winds,
elsewhere. Mountains
near, taunting
tops, powder
covered days,
past, still
snowmen,
twirling,
swirling
flakes, winter’s
laughter, care-
less joy.
Snow balls
in flight-
Christmas
memories.

Bad Company

Words are
falling,
tumbling, to
the ground
enjambments
spilling down
railways
without
a sound-
poets, are
whimpering,
writers,
simpering,
readers
wrestling
words
roughly,
regretting
this word
squall
realizing-
this poet,
has
abused
them
all.

It’s
the thoughts,
they keep streaming
like when I’m dreaming,
patterns of things to come,
glowing, jubilant
chorus of trees, singing-
mountains wailing,
thunder, in
the bed. Flying
this kite, attracting
rainbows and light-
troubles ahead,
reel them
in, these
fish, I’ve
caught, collect
them all,
with
just,
a
jot-
Then,
letting them
go,
poooof,
they melt,
just
like
snow.

broken, fractured
words, images-
reflecting red-
blink, blink, blink
off shiny, wet
tarmac, watching
blues shift,
speed away…

magenta, no-golden-
skies, blues
abound, grasping,
pulling, painting
this canvas, read-
thoughts, scattered

Waves of the
Danube whispers,
tumbles, from
golden bells,
davenport
dreaming
still, hear
the screaming,
gulls, over
head, swooping,
plucking, each
new word,
from
this
head.