You hug my shoreline,
Waves gently lapping my soul
Until I give in.

Waters rushing over me
I suffer deluge’s touch.

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Sweet jasmine blossom
falls gently to the cold ground,
A fortune teller
Of the winter snows that will
Follow in its footsteps, soon.

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There is a gap in this virtual life.
A black hole in the centre of perfection,
An absence in the heart of my world.
And perhaps this shadow, is for your silhouette to fill.
Or perhaps it is for teardrops and stardust instead.
Maybe the void gets filled by the journey.
Maybe this nothing needs to get broken. Reshaped. Reborn.
Perhaps it gets forged by the fire.
A burning passion, assuaged, a million one-nights.
But at times when I listen in silence
Or forget the worries and just laugh.
Forget my worries and let go.
SCREAMING out at the top of my lungs!
And wondering if it is not in the spaces instead,
Those gaps themselves, that are making me whole.


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Originally Published 3 December 2016


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The scent of you alive on the breeze
The memory of your touch.
The rhythm of your voice
Is the music I imagine I hear
In the rustling sway of the leaves on the trees.
Light dances over the rippling water
As intoxicating as a dream,
But your smile is all I see.

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Land of Lost Signs

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Whatever words were spoken
Had been lost in translation.
Their meanings reduced to static,
Only the hiss of interference.
Sentiments mislaid, frozen in the ether
And to history bequeathed.
I ask for forgiveness,
Yet it is I that had been deceived.
Yet we no longer share a language
In which to negotiate recompense.
There are only misunderstandings left,
The result of this sign language.

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From the Belly of the Beast

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I have a strange, uneasy feeling,
A tsunami of emotion
Raining down on me.
A love/hate thing
Tearing me apart.
From the inside,
From the depths
Deep within the dark.
A wave of shadow –
Creature from my subterranean soul –
My other self, this unquiet heart.

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A man took a bus
Went searching for his heart.
He’d left his home of forty years,
Packed a bag – filled it with memories
And assorted other dusts.
He watched as the driver pulled out into traffic
And joined the motorway.
He watched as everything he’d ever believed
Dwindled through the window
Of a bus bound to nowhere. Until all that was left
Was a collection of smudges on the glass.
Like a dim, shadowed, constellation of stars.

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Originally Published 31 May 2019


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Fall or rise I go on.
Like the ebb and flow of the wave
Lit by the light of moon or sun.
I am the note of the lament or the soaring duet.
I cannot be silenced, I sing my song.
Battered and bruised by erosion
I am the mountain, standing tall in the storm;
I go on.

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Goodbye, In So Many Words

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Silence stretches into hours
Like taut threads straining in a hurricane
On darkening streets lashed by rain and hail.
A chorus of broken hearts are the storm winds
Howling with tears. Echoing through walls
Aching within the symphony of silence
Of an abandoned home.

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As long as I know you are at the edge of my view.
Somewhere where the mirages meet my dreams
In the wee small hours when no one is awake to witness my tears.

Out there in the distance, lost on the far horizon
A shadow secret known only to these four walls and my teddy bear.
That you are the wave that will overcome my fears.

As long as I know, then I can cope with the visions
And the nightmares tearing my hopes apart.
For beyond the limits of the frame I know, there is an end to the lonely years.

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