Friday, 17 May 2013

Cloud My Vision

                                                                                                                                                    
cirrocumulus stratiformis
accumulate like cotton balls
and
stretch
and
knit 
and jostle-stitch
across the woollen skies.

no audition
held;
just met and
in the spotlight swept,
brief cameo of layers
of white puff pastry players,
they curl their hair,
slip-slide their way through
audience's stares.

shapeshifting,
weightless,
lifting
goes their perfect guest appearance,
momentary
beauty in the air,
no airs and graces,
standing on occasion,
no waiting for ovation.



photo: wikimedia commons












shared on poets united, poetry pantry #150

Monday, 13 May 2013

writer's block

Stalling for time
fingers on the buttons
in a fugutive stake-out;
ready for what's coming.

Like funeral chit-chat,
small talk
slips
from preoccupied lips;
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but
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when my mind has this
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blip
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I can't talk
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for
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shit.
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This is my hundredth post. It's been a fallow time recently but hopefully inspiration will be just around the corner :)