all poems on this page are written by me. (page being edited)

tight

tighter than a knot
            pulled it loose
single string
ripped
            apart to two
technicoloured
            faded to grey
still held on anyway.

pulling too hard
            feeling chained
losing grip
            staying sane
blood rushing out the veins
            happy.

screaming out but staying mute
            singing for the world to hear
staring at a blank page
                        painting.

haunted by sharp memories
            cursed with no sharp memory
reliving being torn apart
            all stitched up and stitches gone

still bleeding
waiting
feeling

            bled out
            refreshed
            renewed

in the dark, looking for a lost soul…
            pulling the plug on the lights

the feather

 An artefact left

d e s e r t e d

abandoned,

alone.

Left to be on the ground.

Lost in the wind…

This vestige of flight,

caked with brittle soil,

lies.

Lies aren’t here.  These are

genuine words engraved into the

spots and dashes,

imperfections of this memory…

She dances around when the

world’s-breath becomes heavy.

She gets pushed around,

swirling into a jig

but gracefully she falls once more.

The whish she makes,

a story told to me,

explains a complex voyage.

She was with ones like her,

others sharing a common heart,

when with a brisk turn she was left

drifting and held by air…

And rolling down to Earth,

she landed.

The colour of clouds,

speckled with sunshine and brown like pebbles,

smooth like velvet chocolate, melted,

unique, like a fingerprint,

perfect,

the feather lies in my hand.