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If we are stars, Then heaven is wide, And you, Are on the opposite side, To me. If we are music, Then the score is long, And I, Am the start of a song, You end.  And if we are hands, Then their span is vast, And I, Am the shadow that’s cast, By you.Continue reading “The Fingers Of Orion”

You’re breathing in, You’re breathing out. So full of words you want to shout. In your shoes, For rent, Soaked in doubt. You’re sleeping in, You’re staying out. Too full of fire to hang about. Out of pocket, Spent, Nothing to count. You’re trapped within, You’ve been shut out. Too full of ghosts to stayContinue reading “Streetwalking”

Do you hear my words? Are they clear? Am I projecting sufficiently? Or are they a whisper, Carried away by the wind, Lost? Can you hear my heart? Is it loud? Is it beating stridently? Or is it a murmer, Lost amidst my breathing, Hidden? Do you see my eyes? Are they wide? Are theyContinue reading “Words”

As azure ashes float free, In the fickle breeze, Playful voices melt, Into joyous cyclones of song. The claustrophobic, covering canopy, Of bony branches, Is sighing, soughing in a silent serenade. Some skipping shaft of demure sun, Lights a path of polka spotlights, That basks upon free-falling parachutes of leaves, Leaving their trees. Eternal, thisContinue reading “Let No Shadow Fall”

The neon lit gloom, Is a suffused glow that strains eyes and paints shadows in open spaces. The dusty air, Is a gritty drag through narrowed pipes and leaves labour’s  sooty, spitty deposits. The fine powdering of the toiling of an age, settles in dispiriting dust on sad and sagging frames of doors and windows.Continue reading “To Work (A Pale Imitation Of Life)”

BittenBy the sodden taste of Winter. It’s the dawnOf another false Spring. TwilightIn an empty room. SnowdropsNot yet bloomed. And Bluebirds danceAbove Winters’ tomb. SomewhereA smokey harvest moon,Hangs in the Eastern sky. HeraldsA sycamore cyclone. Quieter than silence. © M. H.

A TV screen, Shows a TV screen. A grey and white, pixcellated wash of nothing.  Funny how, It is all buzzing, crazy motion, Grey and white soundless bees, Smashing endlessly into each other, All lost, Thinking the next collision will lead them to the queen.  The way out of this monochromatic mess.  And yet it’sContinue reading “STATIC”

She Was brushing her hair Away from her face.  Lengthening shadows Were watching.  Leaving Secrets in their place.  And I Was falling down.  And I Will slowly drown.  I Was a secret view of Winter Seen only as disgrace.  Window panes Held frosty stares As forward to Spring We raced.  And she Was falling down. Continue reading “SECRETS”

On Choking Bay With BodiesA flashing, scarlet throat.This earless desertWith dizzy, blonde sand,Shimmering, shimmering. On Choking Bay With BodiesA glinting, crimson coat.This eyeless desertWith fist disguised as hand,Glimmering, glimmering. On Choking Bay With BodiesA secret, thoughtless boat.This voiceless desertWith fire in place of land,Simmering, simmering On Choking Bay With BodiesLifeless husks, still afloat.This loveless desertEnclosedContinue reading “On Choking Bay With Bodies”

This is an old one but a good one. At least I think so. How bright you shine,Just like a star before it dies.Your radiance belies,The dark you have inside.And your coronal passing,As you head towards demise,Lights up our saddened skies. Oh, how you shine so bright,When you’re facing endless night.One last clasp of fireflies,BeforeContinue reading “INCANDESCENCE (A PASSING)”