Tuesday, 27 September 2016

Eden





White canvass

Curved for your pleasure

Scenery beneath her

Teases his thrill



Posts align

The dusted pathway

Fenced in

Pulsing scene



Shallow waters flow

In the background

Mouth watering

Sultry streams



Evocative harvesting

Fields of temptress grace

A garden of Eden

A secret lace


Friday, 9 September 2016

Applause





Humbled by the background

Drops that fall like snow

Alignment of segments

Flourish in a perfect row



Distance on the hills

Feeling the misty dew

Wafts of scented paradise

Rivers that hold shattered canoes



Crawling foliage strangles

The gaps peeking through

Falling almost on purpose

Breathing life of new



Splintered wooden platforms

Pathways of footsteps

Twinkling shimmering pods

Pulling anxious rods




Saturday, 3 September 2016

Lonesome



Tuck her away

Tearing away her soul

Nothing left

But your control


Force your words

Not hers

Expose her spine

That is just fine


Rain it taps

Away her sadness

Isolating her mind

Frozen in time


Banner of need

You are the hunter

You must feed

Words that cut so deep

Causing an open wound

To burst

To bleed


Throat dry

Breath held heavily

Nothing erases

A memory


Throw your blanket

Over damaged skin

Forgiveness is not

Easily given






Falling





Eyes that pardon

Exiled minds

Dripping palms

Hardened crimes



Tortured blazoned saddles

Pulled into temptation

Whispers shuffle

Their suspension



Catapulting kaleidoscopes

Wonder years

Of enemies

Of fears

Salted tears



Sinful ground

Walls call time

Lives remembered

Hold the bell chime




Monday, 1 August 2016

Desolate




Vines that strangle
Wooden bridges
Shaping the isolation
The forbidden

Hinged in solitude
Unhinged the war
In her mind
Imperfections that gasp

Layers of broken promises
Cradling the past
Nursing what may
Never last

Spilling water
Over harvested hands
Tunnels that form
Like quick sand




Crush



Whipping the silent air
With a sword sharpened tongue
That bleeds the toxic path
Power is his rathe

Dividing the few
Empty vessels
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to explore

Skin that etches
Empty crevasses
Thirst drips on the table
Eyes glaze

Fire burning
Skin raised
Mind is a blaze
Body is a maze

Emotional corners
Too dark to ignore
Particles of flickering flashes
It continues
On it bashes


Thursday, 30 June 2016

Seclusion





Claws expose

The darkness beneath

Scraping away

Turning the bitter pill



Eyes red

Suffocating under the rising sun

Caving in

To the under ground

Wilderness so profound



Lash the soil

Nails pull to throw

Memories lined up

In a perfect row



Swallow the water

That fills hollow jaws

Isolation is the

Tortured soul



Reflections that mirror

Wires of the innocent

Fertile lands

Seeds never to flourish