poems

Hide and seek.

Hide and seek.

06/12/17

Be that soothing memory, that musical tune, the “Baby it’s a love thing”, the covers, the room.

Be the solemn promise from the sunset to the womb.

Write my name in lipstick as you dream of being wed.

The subtle hue of perfume still draws across my bed.

You didn’t answer my calls.

My messages were left for weeks.

I don’t know what you’re doing.

I don’t like this hide and seek.

© G.P Williamson 2017

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poems, Short poems

What’s the justification?

What’s the justification?

19/11/17

Happy Birthday.

Abnormality of my kin’s relationship.

Like me no direction but still enjoys the trip.

Wondering soul, broken roads, two steps backwards where will this go?

Crushed biscuits, birds nests, frozen eggs, editorial stress.

A pigment of invisible duress and once again I confess.

Wholehearted worry of pain I’d incur from that I could cause.

Knowing no fear I find solace in remorse.

© G.P Williamson 2017

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Unique ways.

Unique ways.

30/10/17

I present myself in unique ways, mystical fragrances and persuasive radiance.

Hand gestures and innuendo mostly about smiling and appetite.

Occasionally a poor tasting joke or something that ain’t right.

It’s all a magnificent dark sheet to cover up the boring reality.

The truth.

The actuality.

The tepid morbidity of routine continuity,

and other words that I’d know if I didn’t keep failing to hope.

As a measure to cope I drink the radiance of what’s left in the sun’s heavenly rays.

Perhaps I can play a part in all of her days.

I do present myself in unique ways.

 

© G.P Williamson 2017

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