Dogs obey,
Cats defer,
the difference something grand
Loyalty wags
its loving tail
—as purring hides the fangs
(Dreamsleep: June 2021)
It’s hard to get used to quiet
When the city is your base,
To focus on the tiny sounds
So easy to embrace -
The swishing of a wind sock’s tails,
The rustling of leaves,
The chirping cadence of the birds,
A quiet that deceives.
For nowhere’s really silent,
But depending on your space,
The country’s noise is subtle
While the city’s in your face.
Behind the mountain, beyond the azure sky
unexplored passions, I've watched them die
unshed tears, clouds cross a dried fountain
beyond the azure sky, behind the mountain.
Waiting for a someone, youth and vigour lost
a fire of crimson rose, kissed by chilling frost
petals now withered, damage had been done
youth and vigour lost, waiting for a someone
A bunch of dead leaves, sculling in breeze
winter's sun, shadows murmuring in trees
hollow words echo, knowing love deceives
sculling in breeze, a bunch of dead leaves.
16th June 2020
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when i close my eyes
your memory seeps
with the remora of mind
i can feel your breath
sigh with night's air
as the draught from your stare
allures me in the depths
of your umber eyes
the horripilation of flesh
erupts beneath your touch
as i rise and fall
within the cimmerian shade
that night often brings
i awake
trembling
in mind's glimpse
yet you still linger
in the corner
of bluest depths
trickling
down
like soft rain
upon my lips
as memories
seep
do not forsake me
all i did was make you feel
love is forever.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Again lie to me....
I hear you
see you in my mirror
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