Cold fire
In my heart. A
Stark reminder of what
I need. Burning but hollow. A
Bright void.
Month: May 2016
Potential
In. Hold.
The player breathes
Before the next refrain.
The brass cold on their hand, waiting.
Hold. Out.
The next day
“How the world is changing”,
Said the old man, clutching at the table,
“Who knows what the next day will bring?”
In the distance we could hear a bird sing
Sitting atop a sign with a flaking label:
“How the world is changing”.
“We really shouldn’t ling-”
I was cut off as a pair walked past the table:
“Who knows what the next day will bring,”
Is all I could catch before I continued, “Lingering
Would be inadvisable.”
“How the world is changing.”
He repeated. But my phone had already begun to ring.
“Private number”, I said, and answered as sweetly as I was able:
“How the world is changing.
Who knows what the next day will bring.”
Untitled
So, I don’t know
What I’m supposed to know –
Or do,
Or see,
Or say –
But I’m pretty sure the right way
To go about it isn’t to stay
the path but to stray
From it.
That’s a hard thing
To do. Especially
When I –
When she –
When we
Maintain the status quo, and see
Our lives just sort of… well, sort of flee
from us. Just as we (think we)
Get it.
But I suppose
All we can do is wait –
Or try,
Or ask,
Or change –
And then we might not just maintain,
But find a subtle way to refrain
From ending up like the rest.
Or not.
A place for poems
Hi.
I’ll be posting poems here from time to time.
I’m doing it for me, because I like writing but don’t have an outlet.
I’ll probably be bad at poetry.
If you don’t like it, don’t read it.
If you like it, I appreciate the support.
R
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