an odd haiku or two or. . .
a cloud
chatting to an abandoned house |
I walk in the sound of your footsteps as you (appear)to(disappear)in this(fog) |
the emptiness of midnight
the gull has the high street to itself |
cat asleep on mouse facebook can wait |
squirrel jumps
from tombstone to tombstone the dead tickled to death |
the growl of traffic in a jam a pride of cars |
wind running across the wheat fields leaving footsteps |
left open window the rain strolling around the flat |
no nylons she draws seams with a mascara pencil |
little Madeline biting into petites madeleines a remembrance of times Proust |
between the 10 and the 2 the clock takes an eternity to make the hour |
catch on the latch tapping out Morse Code to his wide awake mind |
the night dressed in stars looking in the window at our newborn child |
in the wardrobe clothes hangers chatting amongst themselves |
heading straight to the stars the roller coaster plummets suddenly with all our screams |
eating from both sides of the candyfloss until we arrive at the kiss |
TIME PASSES
the tick tick of the bike
a dog barks
letter on a Welcome mat
the midnight tick of time
the house sighs
Dad's whistle
ambushed by the smell
of honeysuckle
I fall into the Past
red barn
blue sky
a summer to last forever
Caruso 78
I listen to the scratches
like Time trying to sing along
I kiss the whorl
of a fingertip then
the all of you
your body
drifting away from me
on a tide of hurt
"I don't like the way
your eyes
touch me!"
starlings fly up
I walk upon close bitten grass
a sheep laughs
a car rusts on the beach
the roofless house
looks out to sea
the sea is sleeping
I watch it breathing
wonder what it's dreaming
the house hunkers down
its window eyes
gaze upon the coming storm
crouching under a cloud
a mountain
frightened by the storm
walking upon
the meniscus of sleep
unable to dive in
& here you are
years later looking like
an out of focus photo of your self