Alone on a bench memories of playground days tattooed inside eyelids I thought you’d forgotten a walk through silent corridors No, we talked incessantly a bench a shredded leaf a leaking pen There was so much more a fickle friend who ran off and left me It was you who turned your […]
Tag: Poems
Office Suite
clamorous jangling of city jazz jars senses cars jam streets clarion horns blare between metallic frames and glass shimmying with light cold steel and concrete fingers point skywards skyscrapers reflected in a paperweight on an empty desk © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on en.wikipedia.org This is a poem I revived using some of Helena Nelson’s […]
North Norfolk Brume
The footpath is beset With nettles drenched in dew; Each drop magnifies a hair, Reflects the season’s cloudy hue. A canny mist rolls in, A spectre rising from the sea Winding through every field and broad, Every stalk and reed. Its tendrils cling to leaf and flower, Turn gossamer to filigree, Muffle the […]
A Poet’s Insomnia
Clock hands crawl tick creep Shadows clamour in the gloom The night’s devoid of sleep Bad dreams linger in the room Suffocating hope Engendering doom Words become phrases Couplets rhyme Wild fancy composes Rhythmic lines Quickened wits Perform poetic feats Wilful notions Tug at storm-tossed sheets At long last, ruffled by the sun’s first ray […]
Another poem I developed from one of my previous scribbles
Elephant In a world of watery hues, of greens and blues, her vision is binocular. She stares at the moon, oblivious to the stars, her worn ears, torn ears, flare, moth-eaten flags. She sways to a silent rhythm through over- hanging leaves, her periscopic trunk r e a c h i n g, feeling. Her […]
Sea Spray
Fizzing spray Effervescent tides Billowing waves On which seagulls ride Roaring breeze Strafing sand Wide-stretching seas Shells and pebbles in your hand ~ Hands full of sand Trickling dreams Memories of the shore Are not what they seem Seagulls and sailing boats Billowing waves Effervescent tides Fizzing spray Image found on www.theconstantrambler.com
One of an unsuccessful portfolio of poems that was submitted to a competition
Word Arrangement Mind is left ajar Letting aimless words take flight Imperceptibly ~ Ideophones morph From a brooding cloud into A verbal symphony ~ Become notation Bleeding ink in monochrome Creativity ~ Captured on paper No word is turned upside down Lyric symmetry
Apathy on a Windy Day
Winter’s trumpet call A chilly blast A bit of a gale Plays havoc with the washing And I feel nothing Emptiness and apathy No fight in me Just pyjamas at noon And words on a page
Last Night – a poem developed from some old haikus
Last Night Last night I watched Frayed threads of the horizon Unravel into dusk On a mission To stitch up night’s shadows Into a black velvet backdrop For an embrace Two moons face to face In between our lips An empty space Waiting to be filled By a kiss Image found on pics-about.space This is the […]
Another translation of a poem by Hermann Hesse
Rambler in Late Autumn Through a web of branches in the naked wood, The white of first snow falls from grey skies, And falls and falls. The world is full of silence! No leaves rustle, no birds in the trees, Only white and grey and silence, silence. ~ The rambler, too, who once wandered Through […]
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