Tuesday, April 7, 2009

April

A poem a day,
what a dead giveaway!!

Monday, April 6, 2009

Coming Alive

5th April, '09

Drops of silver moonlight,
swishing-swashing in my brain,
heady winds in tall black trees,
dancing to a strange refrain.
Clothes hanging on the wash-line,
seem to take a life of their own,
whispering voices of spirits long gone,
sailing over grass and stone.
Leaves are fluttering in the wind,
the flowers send out a scent so sweet,
something is calling out to my soul,
and it answers to that faraway beat.
Shattering through my glass window,
lightened soul and spellbound mind,
I come alive to fly with them,
Leaving all of the world behind.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

I'm your Pet


4th April, '09

There he is all paws and claws,
all purrs and romps to fill my day,
biting and scratching the dullness out of life,
as playful as a kitten, like they say.

My body becomes his vast playground,
to climb and scratch and bite at will,
but when he takes his little cat naps,
time just comes to a standstill.

My days are spanned with beady eyes,
a swishing tail and gentle mews,
curtains moving of their own accord,
every move the start of a ruse.

It's an illusion, this ownership,
do you need me, or do I need you?
My little friend, from out of nowhere,
my little cottony bolt from the blue.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Brilliant Blue

3rd April, '09

Brilliant bits of blue glass,
flying into my face,
blinding my eyes and my soul,
leaving me scathed for life.
Funny, I always thought blue was my colour.

Dreamy Me

3rd April, '09

A fistful of dreams,
punched into my face,
a sparkle in my eyes,
a mouth filled
with broken teeth,
a life of pathless roads,
a sky outlined
with rainbows,
that turn into clouds
as I shut my eyes.
Funny, I thought life was a tune,
funny, I thought dreams were meant to be lived.

If I Stop

25th January, '08

If I stop,
I will drop,
I will drop off the sky, I will fly.
If I stop, I will fly,
If I fly, I will die,
I will drop off the sky and die,
I will drop and lie-die,
If I stop, I will die...

Sing the Song Right

25th January, '08

Life is definitely about rights and wrongs,
rights and wrongs, wrights and rongs,
how dare you sing the wrong song,
sing the song right,
stay up all night,
but sing the song right,
get into a fight, but sing the song right,
fear and take flight,
but sing the song right,
sing the song right...