Skin ripples
Head surges
Stomach rolls
Body is a stormy sea.
poem-spun October 22, 2014
They can not see beyond the fog
that is all they seek.
Escape.
They fall altered into pharmaceutical
reality.
Mist like creeping mustard gas
poisons their future
stealing their hopes
ruining their dreams.
They fill their days
seeking nebulous security
altered beyond
recognition.
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For those kids and their families battling with addiction who most need education and school supports to develop health and security.
poem-gold October 21, 2014
The ancient alchemists
would stand in awe
of forests transformed
into gold.
poem- arachnophilia October 19, 2014
Her smile
has spinnerets,
shoots invisible strands
that stick to your eyes,
wrap around your groin,
pull you inextricably tighter,
wind you in a gossamer shroud
ready to devour you
in sucking gulps,
and leave you an empty husk.
poem- hidden October 18, 2014
In the hidden folds
a tiny desire rests,
A covert longing,
unacknowledged.
You sense it’s there
a tiny, unseen lump,
caught in the fibres
of your life.
You ignore it,
though you feel it
nudging
incessantly.
You keep it secret.
Until finally
you must pick at it,
stretch threads apart,
catch a corner,
then pulling,
and pulling,
and pulling,
like a silk scarf
from a magician’s wand,
more,
more,
more,
until the room is filled
with the vivid kaleidoscope of colour
the billowing
reality of your unspoken dreams
coming true.
poem-sliding October 17, 2014
Gentle sliding
Pearl draped tenderness
Rocking horse
heaven.
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Another #Outlander inspired poem…
(ep 7 is rather inspiring)
poem-dancing October 15, 2014
It’s quivering
twisting
trembling in anticipation
waiting in a
golden gown
to tumble
and dance
with the wind.
poem-ghosts October 13, 2014
Of course ghosts are real
Haven’t you felt them
swirling about you
like leaves in the wind?
Memories that haunt
spinning through your head
with joys and sorrows
that have no place in
tomorrow.
poem-destiny
It weaves around the sky
like jet streams tying ribbons
of air,
entangled trust
entwining wishes,
entrusting time
twisting you and me
into a braid
of mist.
poem- small October 11, 2014
You were so very small
pulling your limbs inside yourself
wearing a vacant scowl,
trying to turn yourself inside out
to avoid notice,
when we were all there
for you.
So much trauma to hide from.
so many layers of armour.
Will we ever see you drop the ballast
so you can fly?
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Probably a few too many metaphors here, but the sentiments hold true. May have to work on this one a bit more.
Shawn L. Bird 