Month: October 2018

It comes in the sound of the city
It is heard in the cry of the alleyway
It whispers in the bondage of the heart;
From the beginning of time
We have heard its eternal voice.

The hangman is coming
The judge and jury too
Hate and love square off
Face to face and heart to heart
The battle is light and dark
The badge of pride and shame
Is the badge that wears our name.

Tired tonight
pouring over the keyboard
its been a long haul
dragging words
from a weary mind
eyes lost in an array of
disordered letters
straining to put to paper
this 356th Twitter poem.

The tide stretches out
along the beach
north and to the south,
the evening draws out
over its full reach
shore to horizon,
we share a simple meal
wine and bread
in the sun’s last rays.

Inside his room
lined with pictures
of songs and people
and words of life,
he is one withe music
and the moment,
the singer and the writer
unaware of the joy
made there.

He is looking a trim figure
these days, cuts a fine line,
shines like a polished
headlamp scattering
the shadows of doubt
that gather like clouds
above the roadway.

The highwayman robber her
at the point of time,
shot out her black eyes
with a frail light,
took her youth
and crucified it
inside a wooden house.

His sixty years were measured
by the number of times
he mowed his lawns;
once or twice his gaze
turned towards the horizon
but then he remembered
it was Tuesday
and the rubbish needed to be
taken to the kerb.

She speaks through warm eyes
and a fearless heart,
from her watch tower on the coast
she burns the fires
of driftwood and lace
and drinks of the thirst
that holds the embrace
of the moon.

It’s a long road
down the river flats
between the shrouded hills
but it’s a road free and easy
without end
it sings of that distant place,
not a house but a home.