"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness."
Khalil Gibran

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Night Blindness

Alexej von Jawlensky (1919)

I have no head for stars; their numeracy
confounds, but there were once more

when, as a child, I had eyes for the count.
Now I see the moon, a death’s head grin,

Low, blurry around the edges.
Perhaps it is a failing streetlamp.

Or a spaceship, capsized,
and a very long way from home.


Micro Poetry ~ And the Moon is the Sunday Mini-Challenge in the Imaginary Garden

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Single Tear

Love Letters
Stanley Spencer (1950)

In an age of alternate facts, I can
conveniently declare my undying etc
without fear of misconstruction:
Don’t hold me to it, please.

So long as I make my denial
on Twitter, the whole wide world
(or my handful of followers)
will know you got it all wrong.

When I said, I loved you,
I meant ‘love’ in the generic sense:
a word we give away with a click

or select from a range
of colourful and convenient emojis…
(I have one with a single tear I’ll send your way.)


A bit of fun for The Tuesday Platform and Poets United Midweek Motif, hosted by Susan.