Sitting with a bottle in my hand,
watching the woman I love
fall for another man.
In our time
a fluorescent warmth;
everything seems in shadow
when your presence
does not glow.
Always remember to forget,
the things that made you sad.
But never forget
the things that made you glad.
the troubles that have passed away,
but never forget
the blessings that come each day.
I have recently signed up with GOODREADS. I saw the website appearing on every book review I looked at. I finally caved in and made an account.
I have added my list to the side, if you’re on a computer, or below, if you’re a phone or tablet.
I have reviewed about a third of the books I have actually read. As you can see the list is short. One day, I will be up-to-date but for now you can just see the books I have reviewed so far.
If you have any recommendations, based on what I have read. Please comment, or if you want to discuss books, please do not hesitate to comment 🙂
Haunting blue eyes, absent mind staring
at the face in the mirror – staring back.
Furry brows resting above the eyes,
sharp-pointed nose, passed down by the one-night stand.
Cheeks, boney – forehead furrowed and wrinkled
too much for my age.
Long blonde wirehair,
teeth, chipped; lips, covered by hair – the problem.
Mouth, hungry; skin, leathered from overexposed sunlight.
I pause with the razor, hovering over my mouth.
the moustached man needs my attention.
But why? I ask him.
‘Food to feed the mouth,
cream to protect the skin,
cap to fill the tooth,’
The face in the mirror replies calm but stern.
‘But first your job interview.’
I speak but noone can hear
I flap but noone lets me out.
I want to fly,
free into the big blue thing,
sometimes it changes to dark.
that’s okay. I’d rather be
up high, away from this black prison.
Big things moving,
Help let me out I squawk
but no help.
Do I stay here till I die?
all I want to do is fly.
It was quiet but not anymore,
school holidays filled the absence.
The whoosing of driving cars,
steam from the hot road.
A stretch of trees – dull colours
dragged through the raindrops.
Birds chirped across the clouded sky.
Cold. Freezing cold.
The winter sky hugged the hills,
yet the moon is hidden
and I could not relax.