Archives: Poem Gallery

Stranded.
beach fizzed
with slapping waves,
the seaweed smells,the yells
inside the wind,the crowd
in gathered boats,the fight to save
all whales

Once.
to waste
be wild with drink,
the rakish talk,the struts
into the bar,the scorns
I turn to fights,till one by one
they fall

Forever.
spring grows
just four green things,
the bursting buds,the grass
the sparrows peck,the moss
stains to old trees,the love of each
first kiss

Rear-view.
don’t look
and yet you must
the smoking tyres,the calm
before the smash,the eyes
that stare you back,her pig-tail head’s
first jolt

Jogging.
last tree
still sunset red,
the birding cats,the swing
the child kicks high,the kite
above the park,the smell of meals
comes night

Forest.
with mists
come silent things,
the egg warm nests,the mould’s
slime of the leaves,the thrust
the mushrooms make,the sun on dawn’s
first hour