A last date, disguised…
She dolled up. He dressed her down.
An ant, under skies…
Broccoli ‘tween teeth,
He wrestles with her conscience.
And strong-arms her gaze.
Ants at the table…
Under heel, he’ll never be.
Under thumb, she’ll sink.
A breeze flaunts itself,
Air binds the frosty couple
Shrouded by the bill....
Doctor Wright, does nothing wrong. When not arranging information, she sits perfectly still.
Hard blinks for discomfort, or to wrap things up. Her lids soft-close, to say ‘it’s your turn to speak’. Her honey words, “Please, go on.”— soothe. And break her steely cover.
Doctor Wright taps out, to clipboard.
“‘All give way to metamorphosis. Migration is expected. In fits and starts is the trek, ...
40 kilograms, plus bar. Shiny with dull bits. Cold. Grip. Chafe. Don't sweat it. 'WE' won't, because the chaff falls off.
Funny that I can slip into two people. Good cop, bad cop. A couple of diehards. It gets loud though, like a zealous mom at a PTA. The screamer, always got something to say.
Gah! So heavy!
Or tell yourself it's light, and it'll be just that!
Pff! I guess for now, it's heavy...
There is no such thing as a true blue flower. And yet, with them the ground lay thick. Foliage merge, their bleed, a water-colourist’s dream.
And then there’s truth.
A beacon to my hope, it rests behind eroded hinges and a butter-kissed gate of gold.
‘Unhinged’ they’d call me, but they spoke with eyes blind. They are no match for my richest, and most vivid imaginations.
Doubt lurks behind ...
Hope and Despair,
Solitaires aglow with flare.
An odd questionable friendship.
Valuable nonetheless.
And so what of it—
The strain between us two?
Friendships are one-sided,
Often the one will have no clue.
Despair sits on its derrière, grunting
And happy is Hope hunting—hard at play.
Holding hands, we both begin instructing.
No fake friendship, our act a fine display.
Stark can be our d...
“Sometimes the only way to really forget everything is to go to sleep.”
My 'other half' has a knack for going incognito when the going gets tough.
"Go to sleep—lights out on the world, that’s not me."
I will tick-tick-tick and think myself from now to Kingdom Come, as long as it all makes sense.
Why forget, when we can move forward? Forgetting more often than not, leads to repeating. Do you tr...
Alarm number 4 rung loud and true; brush teeth.
There were 18 alarms for each day, all with sketchy ring tones. Organisation was not the point. Necessity took charge. No visitors all day, her focus was her own. Preparation was key for the tall task ahead.
She groomed her curiosity and festered on her points. Everything was in its place, ready to give function and brighten her world.
Pillars...
He slithered along our canal,
To screams “T’ward the light!”
Scuffles ensued. They tried to corral
As arms rowed, with all their might.
At tunnel’s end, on knees he crawled
And balked, at the gate to the realm.
Without map, and head against the wall
He’d lost his chance to take the helm.
He’d carved a life that fell ‘to a pattern.
One famously infamous, with peculiarities.
His world of strif...
Sweetness and Softness, were old friends
Seldom heard from, in song.
They refused to make amends,
Not knowing right from wrong.
To my downfall they did devote
Leaving long ago.
But they’d visit in my darkest hour,
And shower me with hope.
One fateful night they killed my trust,
And stomped to ground my soul.
A pact they’d made, to serenade
And steal from my heart’s gold.
Each held firm th...
