Spring cleaning

7 February 2016

 

Life condemns

The flailing fledglings

Cast on limb

Broken souls

Searching for key in other

Inside dwell answers

 

Succession

Of partners flurry

One night stands

Hurried love

Immersion in dark dwellings

Caves for the half-baked

 

Truths simmer

Under the fleeced skin

Wincing taut

Stand at ease

There is light in the shadows

Not all courts martial

 

Immersion

A haunting thought creeps

Diving deep

Into hides

My skin seeks more than the touch

Invading senses

 

 

Senseless games

Playing one’s own mind

Losing fast

Hand in sling

All the doubts that they will bring

These pawns that we move

 

Handicapped

One hand claps never

Alone pale

Barely snap

Fingers attempting some joy

Whistle stuck in throat

 

When to learn

Perhaps when skin peels

Efforts lost

Clapping hard

Against chest flanks jagged ribs

Some hands claps sever

 

I aim soft

At moving targets

Illusion

Breach of trust

The steely will now does rust

Red the waste matter

 

 

Imagine

Colours of a beak

Glory’s peak

Word to speak

Iridescent mouth hardened

By years of trials

 

The wise ones

They arm with patience

The waiting

Discovery

Going through the kernel’s path

The way to the self

 

You can clean

Arches of doorways

Rid cobwebs

Of spiders

The room’s content lost treasures

Other lifetimes’ hunt

 

Spring cleaning

Relentless forte

I wear it

Bright motto

Speleologist grotto

My search sane and blunt

 

Reading of the poem: 

 

Seafret – Atlantis

Seafret – Oceans

Seafret feat Rosie Carney – To the Sea

Seafret – Give me something

Seafret – Wildfire

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHhkd2B87Q8