Softly
fingers brush
against hesitation
bottled tight
beneath buzzing skin.
Holding your gaze
slowly
too enured to defeat
to read
the deep water.
Vulnerability
too promising
for my expectations
lurks
in your smile.
Friday, 17 August 2012
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
Times Change
The vision crack'd
from side to side;
shattered reflections
held by nothing
but old habits.
The sell-by date
has long gone by.
from side to side;
shattered reflections
held by nothing
but old habits.
The sell-by date
has long gone by.
Thursday, 9 August 2012
Reprieve
Holidays float
on memory's tether
untouched
by present quandaries.
Gone in a flash,
they are timeless.
on memory's tether
untouched
by present quandaries.
Gone in a flash,
they are timeless.
Labels:
Free Verse,
Literature,
Memory,
Poetry,
Postmodern,
Reprieve,
Time
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