Category: Poetry

Gradual hidden mass scouring rocks – strong sunlight flashing over black. ~ The world gently bends around the silent water, my energy draining down to the darkness. ~ Delicate branching fractals crossing land, pouring softly to the sea.

A torn rag flung down – a weak pulse the only movement of my broken body, as the cold wet concrete forms my sarcophagus. ~ I have one hundred beats. ~ I claim my liberation, in this space, the realisation, this is not my fault. ~ Unchained from control, my mind glows white, just one…

Sea mirror – shadow turns beneath, a cobalt wraith. Whale? Or memory?

In the heavy dark, fractals flux and scintillate, vibrating colours. ~ Time disperses, light floods in, lands drift past, voices resonate, and warmth cascades and fills all space. ~ I float, gently on. Blackness crumbles in the past, enveloped in ice.

The sapphire sky above seems endless, and sometimes we forget the vast that lies beyond. The atmosphere, a fragile film, the skin upon our pond. ~ Lying still with open eyes, in dark and windless nights we listen to the silence. Our earth is flinging through a void of blackness, cold and violence. ~ Out…

Brambles. Shattered glass. Boiler pits, windmills and weeds. Hush. History. Rust.

Silver purple night – same light that barely traced a paltry evening disk. ~ Ceaseless resonance of sea. Clear oystercatcher call travels through this cool amphitheatre. ~ Clarity of mind, fine-tuned, no longer blinded, sensing inner self.

Trees softly strain night winds, tugging back the boughs. Back. Falling to childhood.

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