Category: Twitter Poems

AFTER IT HAS BEEN TOLD
I left the poem
suspended
in the back room of the bar.
It was left in
the enthral
of the knowing faces,
the single tear
that tracked the cheek
alone.

I looked inside
the heart of the tree
to find the seed
that would have me be
and there I was
a leaf, a branch,
a forest born
for eternity.

Oil and wax and
soft rag working the wood
into colour and grain,
Tree of the earth
Crafted by the woodworker,
warm heart revealed.

We move between
the light and the dark
the green and the orange,
on one hand we fight for this
on the other we believe in that
all the while unsure
which image on the coin
holds our allegiance.

The road is empty now,
the flashing lights and the orange cones
with plastic tape strung between them,
all gone. nothing left to say
that you were here;
nothing at all as I drove home.

Nothing is won without a fight
All things wrong turn out right
Bathing in the greatest power
Swimming in the sea of love
We carry between our teeth
A rose of wine and blood.

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.