Thanks to an old school friend I am able to share the first published poem from 1972 when I was 14years old Pelicans leave the room I cry with pain Vomit flies about the room with frustration My inner sense is black and forgetful.
Clouded Comfort Smothered in shields of my hidden self On the shelf feelings Tumble spiralling Muster a grasp At last a giving rather than leaving
Curdling Critics Simple feelings Built on dreams Seams of sadness Wrapped in windows
LAINES Squeezed in average sized buildings Adjusted in colours and times and shading Wading through multiple sweetness
Dream State My plucked dream state A collection of feelings Tightening the string across my shoulders Feeling the weight beneath me Drag down the dripping rancour In spite of my humour It’s looming spirit cowers and lies shallow Like a drying up puddle My thoughts messed up in a moving menace Whispering tunes that… Continue reading Poem of the Day for Chap book — Dream state
Plaster Crater Piled in created dreams; teams of mischievous tempters Striped late and best built, cream coloured, tattered town houses Levelled for development, sent away by beastly malingering voyeurs Looking for the sake of raising wind Blown apart by steam pulling power
WET Shining white shadows twisting reflected light Black flashes bend red blushes Cheeks blanched by the bitter wind Senses wished on and broken