Poem – Comatose Awake

Comatose Awake

Comatose awake, dead alive
Retreating into the clouds that bore us,
The windswept plain of a childhood
Passed like water through the palm’s grooves

A signal delayed, a synapse broken
Forgetting how to function on a day
If you suppose it’s sorrowful, consider
That maybe bliss of the fog is better

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Poem – “And a Blackbird”

And a Blackbird

And a blackbird chimes on the willow branch
Ten notes of a halcyon, or perhaps a tragedy
A riddle heard in our playground below,
Whose answer we can never acknowledge

And a blackbird dies on the willow branch,
Feathers on a skeleton, or perhaps a hollow soul
We’re growing older every moment and soon,
Another spectre unseen in the dawn light

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Poem – “Unforgotten”

Unforgotten

Unknowable,
Yet we still see what you are
Unforgotten,
But no memory of you is clear
Blossoms of poison coil in your footsteps
At the root lies something
Unmistakable
Yet the most horrible to look upon
Something botantic, something sub-natural
Unknown
And entirely familiar

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