Category: Twitter Poems

All that hangs suspended
in the heavy haze of sleeplessness
is held only by a single thread,
frayed and weakened
by the weight it dangles so.

Oh to drink from the desert well
that quenches the thirst
of shepherds and goat herders
and the flocks given to their care;
that water would bring me in
from the lost hillside,
from the the cleft in the rock.

At the well of desire
thirst is satisfied
by the drawing of water
by the depth of the eyes
by the voice that speaks
with the lilt of the wise.

This love I hold
as tender heart
and written word;
it sings across
the sweeping shore
where the whisper
of the wind is heard.

I shall hold as treasure
these words that come
by distant tide, blue sky and sun.
In my deep heart
shall be their distance,
the echo of their existence.

The truth of the world
is shown in the turning
of the seasons,
winter, spring
summer, autumn –
death, birth, life, muse;
truth moves in cycles.

He arrived at the crossroads,
looked left, right, straight ahead
and back over his shoulder,
made his choice
and walked into the arms
of a future he would not
have otherwise known.

They changed the guards
when you weren’t looking
and changed the song
to a tune you never knew
and left you stranded
behind an unlocked door,
beneath a sky of blue.

I have driven holes
through hedges
with the word
for a long while now,
she said,
I am tired;
it is time for others
to crawl through them
and tell us what they see.

He stepped out of the door
into the cool evening,
the bar was closing
and the poem had been told
the convivial banter silent,
he on the pavement,
alone.