I bought two dresses in orange and white
And pairs of shoes of purple and pink
I bought a raincoat, shining red
And a hat of blue and green
I bought a purse of brown
I bought a bag, black
Then came the time
Penny check
Send it
Back.
Category: Poetry
Voices
Hand in hand
He will never know
Side by side
Not to be.
Voices inside, tell him wrong
So loud, trapped, and free.
Mask
She runs away, to a place in her mind,
A place so far within
Years since it did begin
Hidden far beneath the skin.
Colours
The sky is blue, the leaves green.
How do leaves turn dry?
Why not sky?
Unravelled
My child, though gone, has nothing to fear
My child, who be no longer here
Watched by angels way up high
Soars, among stars, on by.
To better a place
My child travelled
Unravelled
In space
There.
Balance
From up on the tightrope looks down
The painted smile of the clown
‘Til one foot put wrong
The fall is so long
His smile will turn into a frown.
Rescue
The shivering dog
Amongst all that’s thrown away
Until home is found
Ice
Dancing.
With silent blades
That glide upon the lake
Leave lines of curves, twists and tangents
Frozen.
Nothing.
Nothing.
It can weave itself into
the tapestry of truth
and swirl amongst the depths
of thoughts and fears.
It can fight its way into
the darkest corners of a mind
and plant ideas of
things to come
and those who could have been.
Nothing.
The Plea of a Rescue Dog
If you knew what happened before I met you
maybe you’d understand.
If you saw the torment I was subjected to
by a stranger’s hand.
I eat from bins, it’s all I know
and toilets? I don’t know where to go.
Because, you see, the world, to me,
was once my only home.
I don’t like it when hands fly towards my face
and I hate it when strangers say hello.
Because, you see, the world, to me,
was full of fear and sorrow.
I have scars under my fur your eyes can’t see,
and worse than those are the memories.
Because, you see, the world, to me,
Was a flurry of anxiety and worries.
If you knew what happened before I met you
you might start to see
the reasons why I react so much
to someone looking at me.
I’m not a bad dog, and I love you so
but fight or flight is all I know.
So be patient, my human, and give me time
I promise to be better, and soon you’ll find
I’ll be the most loyal soul, your very own
rescue dog, to whom you gave a home.
