Waking winds – a Sun’s desires
Crawl between some mountains Climb high above their tree-lines To sit upon a long lonely rock shelf Waiting for morning winds to arrive. No sun, no daylight, just darkness Weighs […]
Monthly Archives: April 2014
Broken windows
Climbing out through broken windows as on twisted glass it cuts and bites four painted walls collapsing inwards On loose air between dust inflight rife these quaking worlds in litter […]
Back street carnivals
Escaping down through the alleyways Worlds abuzz with rambling wanderers Street musicians ply their trades and wares As acrobats climb to tumble, through A swirl in dancing painted silks in […]
No silence – a universe of sounds
Outside last night beneath a frangipani a night’s stars swept, brushed our worlds in passing rivers on their ways in darkness, but silence is always awake for them never sleeping, […]
A photograph’s inverted well
Beauty shares as brief moments In each conversations’ ends, While what passes between escapes In paint and ink on seasons raised, Travels court changes in the weather we find to […]
What’s in a label
What’s in a label, provincial We become thought of as less To worlds metropolitan, cosmopolitan National in their blatant regard to exploitation To suppress we unsophisticated, our lack In having […]
Youths’ mettle – no rush
Temper ones own nature, temper ones mettle, but some will seek to thrust their unprepared, untempered mettle, directly at and in to furnaces, only to return brittle, molten and broken, […]
Towering City Ports and Ships in a Blackened Bottle (caving)
Some things in the world need to be seen to be believed, rare, hidden parts unseen. Where few venture, and some don’t want to leave, where it’s like first light, […]
Wrap me up in some paper and ink
Wrap me up in some paper and ink Wrap me up in some paper and ink Throw me far over the rooftops To a speakeasy littered with Some tables and […]
Revised in thought to a thirteen degree sun
Below is a revised version to a poem I wrote a handful of days back, it was preceded by “A few more miles into the wind”, a short story. Both […]
Sean B 