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the ice came in from the outside

in through the gaps in the window frames

squeezing through the lead and the glass

to create other worldly patterns

to cold to touch, breath froze on them

they drew you in with their sparkling patterns

of swirls. spirals and curls, meandering everywhere

the milky way, andromeda, sombrero, appear

an interstellar transformation of ice crystals

expanding right before your eyes

a billion sparkling stars living

on your bedroom window

mesmerising, enchanting

unique, beautiful

and then gone

as quickly as they came

where am i

Posted: November 14, 2016 in poem, poetry, Uncategorized
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sky darkens
light is gone
in an instance
i knew where
i was and then
now i could be anywhere
anywhere in the world
i know i am here
wherever here is

watching

Posted: November 12, 2016 in poem, poetry, Uncategorized
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she hears a noise
behind her
did she snap
that twig
or is there something
else in the woods
watching her…

brick poems

Posted: November 10, 2016 in poem, poetry, Uncategorized
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some short poems on the theme of bricks

she built a wall
from chocolate and champagne
it didn’t last long

to fire the bricks
they had to hire
them first

the alcohol made him think
he could walk through walls
the bump on his head
made him realise he couldn’t

she was looking
for the right brick
she didn’t realise
they were all on the left

he had a brick as a pet
he loved his pet brick
and his brick loved him back
right until it broke in two


i remember my lego bricks
boxes and boxes of them
different shapes, sizes and colours
some were round
others had wheels
i built everything /span>
from houses to skyscrapers
cars to concorde
tanks to battleships
i even built a planet
entirely from lego bricks
the only thing i did not
build was a wall

imagine

Posted: November 6, 2016 in poem, poetry, Uncategorized
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they stared through
the window
nothing moved
no sounds were heard
life was frozen
using their imagination
the painting came to life


the whisky glass
tainted his view
distorted reality
made it difficult
to see the truth


gazing at reflections
in the mirrored glass
i could pause my life
whilst scrutinising
everybody else’s

a second

Posted: November 4, 2016 in Poems, poetry, Uncategorized
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here for a second
we can do so much
yet all we want is more

 


he looks through
his glass skin
sees his pulsing heart
and realises how much
he has to offer