Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Seeking surcease

Hope is a broken toy on an unmown lawn

Weeds and unmet needs growing through
in twisting accusations
and a face turned away from the truth

I can hear Jen
on the phone from London
her smile
ragged and edged
with regrets
the delay
here to stay

I am
filled with sand
the weight
drawing us down
into the soft grey embrace
of an empty sea

You brought
waves
and white caps

you brought
dried sea shells
and the waters song

The hum of errosion
lapping at my fingers
filling hands with
salt stained seclusion's

Tonight i will dine
on mixed metaphors
and upended imagery

profer it to you
in all its disturbed
irrational disfunction

drink deep of my
my minds last distant
distilled weaving

for I am leaving


no legacy






2 comments:

Bridget M. said...

This might be too sophisticated for my realm of poetry but I hear the regret all over it. Nice to see you again. XO

Chris Never said...

Hello Bridget,

Sorry for my confused muddlings, trying to reinvent my poetic wheel at the moment, so I'm not quite as polished as usual.

thank you for reading