Saturday 11 January 2020

Failure


Does it hurt because of the fall?
  Does it hurt not knowing to stand?

Does it hurt because I'm too proud?
  Does it hurt because I'm not proud enough?

Does it hurt that my best wasn't enough?
  Does it hurt because it might never be?

Does it hurt because I have no answers?
  Does it hurt because I might not want them?

Wednesday 8 January 2020

Webs



By a trick of golden light shines
A fine pattern of webs in still air
Million threads locked in soft embrace
A fragile snapshot of surreal truth.

Another trick folds into grey gloom
Musty cobwebs of now dark threads
Until the world is as it was
Still and black and unchanging dull.

But a strand of gossamer vein
Slips and floats to a gentle death
Glowing fire-bright with each moment
Blazing star-like closer to the end.

(The new old silence bodes heavy
Sad butterfly wisps sway in tune
To the fickle call of not there breeze.)

Webs like fingerprints catch the light
Webs too frayed, webs remade by will
But webs that gleam, webs that glitter
Webs that make the pattern of life -
No tricks can blacken their skin.

Too varied to be, too fine to survive
The cost of beauty trumps its worth?
The dark hurt yet remains where
A golden thread faded to vapour.

Now a gentle whisper signals hope
A new thread spins into life
Delicate tips probe and seek
And touch and make new and old
Until the hurt heals and all is whole.

Sunday 5 January 2020

Dream


I slip into a dream and feel alive
Rushing torrents of things that could be.
Wakeful reality wipes the edge away
Off memory poisoned into child's fantasy.
I wish to hold on a little bit longer
Make cold fact of dregs of dream.
Open eyes limit you to a grey prison
And weak limbs refuse to soar
Heart that shrivels, and mind that cowers.
I seek the switch that makes reality fog
And beautiful dream magical truth.