Always, Chum

I almost spoke them

Two and three letters.

Would be all it takes

to break the chasm.

But these walls just won’t be broken,

banterous words left unspoken

everyday is a decision

to honour this fixed deletion.

I felt the presence

and I took a breathe

to let out, a sound

but nothing happened.

It’s like standing from a tall bridge

colours of the world mesh into one

I can’t tell a snake from a sparrow

They fell like tears

Across the greyness

Left the right

To the spaghetti

-lined goldfish bowl.

NaPoWriMo – 30/30

Turn the page to Campion, a long gone town of champions. Major Meredith then Pearce fought with tactical fierce. In weary desert ambience they danced a military dalliance. Our legends fell prey to a maddening day with enemies scattering the rain kept spattering hindering the fray they just wished them away. But the enemy wanted the shore the farmers wanted no more so they got out their guns under…

NaPoWriMo – 29/30

Circumstance in your hand the script has been set the characters cast. the stage awaits the first smell, the first taste the story begins. The carousel is spinning every thought, feeling shaping and moulding a human. Circumstance in your hand are your eyes open?

NaPoWriMo – 28/30

I love, opening my heart the smell of spring matters flowers dance across fields squinting in the sunshine my faith is at home. We have no control a past truth will slice today’s soul into a million pieces flowing into tomorrows crevices crying beyond the surfaces it will be the white noise of our love.

An Unwarranted Carping

OMG you’re wound incredibly tight like the thread of Rumples spinning wheel a deliberate mass of insecurities words striking your heart like the pings of the sewing needle. Sorry! Did i verbally fart? I feel – like the mountain beyond the valley hard, unforgiving and severely cold. I emulate the emotions I’m shown an uncontrollable stream of wait, what. My branches are…

Elegy

You were like Nelsons Column standing tall, strong and solid a friend and confidante, you held us together like glue. Your children scattered worldwide letters flew from north to south telephone calls day and night in darkness, you were our light. You found me in an island told me stories of times past spray painted silver holly and entertained my folly. But one day I woke up cold the world…

NaPoWriMo – 21/30

Standing on the edge of tomorrow her mind drifts like the creek she loves drowning in her despair and sorrow her darkness pulls her from above.

She meanders all the same highways She jumps through the loops, as you do But she never has something real to say She’s just there, just something like you.

Alone in her urban cage, waiting dreams of what it’s like to be them jealous of the fun they are…

NaPoWriMo – 19/30

Cars paint every spot the space left snakes the creek sides squeezing the space like an elephant on your chest. A bicycle sits snug against the bowing tree as it branches spills over balconys and abandoned talk radios cover children’s laughter from the urban mess the city lines harsh on a blue canvas that turns to pink then grey smoke or fog blending into the bricks and confusion of chaotic…

NaPoWriMo – 18/30

Prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/ Inspired/Crafted using Sarah Kays “In Case of an Emergency”

First Draft

I love sharing with you moments of warmth and grace soaring through twilight skies the earth spins. We all belong we all breathe it’s our melody a force to be reckoned with a force colouring the globe. I wish I’d known, the drums were there but it was for me to give my counsel. I will never…

NaPoWriMo – 17/30

Prompt at http://www.napowrimo.net/

That one time

In a time of pogs and puzzles, the country air breathed through my lungs. I wore pig tails and pinafores, with two kittens to snuggle. One was called Lucy, she was mine to stalk the woodlands and river hiding under wooden bridges, we were two souls of a kind. Lucy had a wicked edge, stealthy enchanting her prey her green eyes pierced her dinner as…

NaPoWriMo 2/30 – Perspectives

You could have not gone for a walk that day, you could have climbed up the river banks, and you could have come home where tea was waiting and you could have not had to say goodbye.

Damn! Stopping by the iron bridge over Wye? She don’t know. The rocks crumbled like biscuits, she froze like a sighted weeping angel cracking under the wrath of Welsh thunder.

I was just walkin’ through the Wye Valley

#NaPoWriMo 1/30 - Secret Pleasure

Drifting to the line beyond the water Impossible, screams “I am possible” Surfing and surviving the crushing waves Never letting go, it’s incredible Eternal souls uplift my ageing heart Years of friendship, we will never be apart.