My Perfect Plane
i.
I walk right into his experiment
after pouring my first beverage.
Some young bright patterned tie
rushes across to form a queue.
I rest the cup on the counter-top.
He smiles and says “take for both”
I outwardly thank his strangeness
but I baulk inwardly, weary from
the effort of accepting without
paying the price he seeks. The coffee
is bitter with gall; barely drinkable
even in my favourite window
seat overlooking the plaza.
Webzietgeist
The mighty walk amongst us
looking just as we do but
seeing only themselves in
everything they do or say.
I see nothing of them.
The righteous sit above us
looking down as we do but
reflecting our choices in
anything we do or say.
I get nothing from them.
Silent Waters
This is about… well, what to do you think it’s about? Drop me a comment and tell me where it takes you.
Filed under Haiku, Poetry | Comment (0)Silent ripples
mimic deep undercurrent –
fish swim still
Alone
Most obviously this is about being alone through loss of your partner. Less obviously this also reflects loneliness inside the mind during periods of creative loss. The least obvious way to read it is as an uplifting piece about self belief, motivation and the release of ideas.
Alone,
me and you,
us against them,
grouping together
then falling apart.
How hard can it be?
me verses me.
Alone.
Chosen Pebble
This piece can go a variety of different ways or be taken at face value. I think that there is also a reflection of my contentedness to be faceless in a swath of similarity yet covertly different.
I am but a steady pebble,
faceless in the company
of many similar fellows.
My uniqueness formed in
the constant crushing
contact as we are shifted.
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