Saturday, 22 August 2015

A little bit of home

We run, we burn, we shun, we learn,
we light the darkness: we fight!
Blunt the sharpness of life.
We love, hate, like, wait
for someone to atone; for we-
are trying to find a little bit of home.
That something familiar in the unknown.

Thursday, 20 August 2015

Excess baggage

The 'what if's' still 'maybe'-
promises from yesterday.
The fallen loves still favourites
you drag behind you; always:
let it go. let it go.. let it go...

Monday, 17 August 2015

Far along the Gustav Line

Did she follow you or
stray from the times,
ever blind to all
you left unspoken?
Bodies left there broken
far along the Gustav Line.
Was this how you survived,
to return a love
that fear had never stolen?

Tuesday, 28 July 2015

Find me a home

Your heart
as you 
sleep beats:
'find me a home;
I'm losing you.'