PLAUSIBLE
or not so
fear racks my mind
dread fills my every thought
is it so or is it not so?
they seek him here they seek him there –
the wanting
the needing
the desire
the red the speed the need… .
Tag: poem
The body
The Body
the twisting
contorting
naked body.
A thing of beauty
underappreciated
undervalued.
A world of
guilt
blame
Shame.
“Poor is the Man”
just fake
masquerade
mask
masque
guise
imposture
imposter
disguise
deception
pretend
costume
conceal
cloak
falsify
fabrication
simulation
dreams
Dreams of
breams with
creams for
genes, not
jeans. I’m
keen to be
lean and
mean. The
queen has
reams, it
seems the
teams are
weaned.
walking that fine line of mine
NINE X NINE
NINE X MINE
LINE X MINE
FINE X MINE
FINE X NINE
LINE X NINE
MINE X NINE
SELF
walking that fine line of mine.
imaginality
Some re-create their physical appearance
Some create people to play with
Some re-create their world
their being
their physicality
their personality
their geographicality
The act of re-creation
imagination
The dreams of a child lost in a world not her own.
is there really any difference
between
an imaginary friend
and
an imaginary life?
fabric
The light loose weave
of the fabric of life
the intricate, shifting,
the ebb and flow
of the threads of
experience
emotion
action
and ultimately,
of life itself.
oh child
the eyes of a child
unable to imagine the
things she will one day
BELIEVE
The truth of a child,
the memory of me.
The child’s fancy
will now never be.
I span and eve span
Response to Mary Gilmore
“I span and eve span
a thread to bind the heart of man…
as here he loitered and there he stayed…
a root of loss and hidden dismay…
the flame of an hour when he was moved…”
I span and eve span,
there are no threads to bind the heart of man.
dream a little
Intimate focus….
exceptional restraint….
the aesthetic quality of
the male body….
naked and quivering….
through force….
performing upon command….
I dream a little dream… .
isolated idolatry
retrospective thought
introspective action
my continual reaction
to
isolated
idolatry
ironic ain’t it?!
mutated visions
the archaic nature of dreams
the void of reality filled by subconscious imagery
unimaginable through day
repulsive or
resplendent to the waken mind
reflective
if displaced and mutated
desperation and despair
desperation and despair
the time for consolation is lost
there are no options remaining
I now have to do what I do not want
I must face the prospect of
commiseration
desperation and despair
the time for comfort is lost
there are no options remaining
I now have to do what I do not want
I must face the prospect of
celebration
desperation and despair
the time for solace is lost
there are no options remaining
I now have to do what I fear most
I must face the prospect of
glorification
unquenched
the unquenched fire deepens, day by day
watching the line of the legs, the walk
throwing fuel on the fire in an effort to quench it
the flick of the fingers, the movement of hands
the fire intensifies to white heat
the dream of reality and the reality of dreams
nearing an explosion of deep burning need
to sleep perchance to dream, to dream perchance to sleep
to live
perchance to live the dream
detachment
INTRICATE LIVES
COMPLICATED PEOPLE
THE SIMPLE PROCESS OF RECOGNITION AND ANALYSIS
reserved
bubbly
quiet
relaxed
confined
nervous
dark
the watchful eye of one detached
hiding
FADING INTO TWILIGHT
ASHES INTO DUST
TRY AS I MIGHT TO AVOID IT
HIDE I MUST
HIDDEN FROM VIEW
SHADED FROM LIGHT
HIDING FOR FEAR
OF EXPOSURE
OF THE MORE
UNDESIRABLE PARTS OF ONE’S SELF
FRAMED
THE FRAMES OF LIFE
THE FRAMING OF LIFE
THE FRAME OF ONE’S LIFE
THE LIFE OF A FRAME
THE LIFE OF FRAMING
OH FOR THE SWEET SMELL OF A NEW LEAF OR
ON THE HORIZON OF A NEW BEGINNING
control
The wonders of reliance on something
you do not control
the power of control
and the control of power
your personal power controls
your success
happiness and
your control of others
and your control of yourself
A loss of control and I am left
floundering, flapping
in the Monday breeze