Short poems

It was there in our eyes.

It was there in our eyes.

19/06/2018

Couldn’t hide it.

It was there in our eyes.

Unique obsession.

Our obsession.

Like the answer to the ultimate question.

Sore, raw and on the top of our tongues like painful trepidation.

On an expedition and the country was my self expression.

The expanse and growth intense.

Reluctance by chance and choice.

Hypnotised by sight and by voice.

© G.P Williamson 2018

Advertisements
Standard
Short poems

A flat white please.

A flat white please.

21/05/18

I signed my life to a girl behind a line of shadows.

I didn’t know her name yet her form caressed my hand and mind.

Riddled with electric air a fire was rewired.

I allowed myself the breathing space the old excuse of age.

I immortalised her anyway.

Inside a flat white page.

© G.P Williamson 2018   <– Hit for Instagram.

 

Standard
Graphic, poems

Rough love.

Rough love.

07/05/18

Like a lyre I hear him calling through the trees.

An echo of desire a seething to be free.

A calling from the beastville to the place between my knees.

I hear him calling from the shadows all around.

I feel him in the tremors through the roots up in the ground.

They said he’d make the earth move.

Maybe I was not awake?

This wasn’t just a tremor.

It’s a f*cking big mistake.

© G.P Williamson 2018

 

Standard
Short poems

Where?

Where?

26/04/18

Of all the sacred places she could have found remnants of her soul she never believed she’d find the pieces in his eyes.

Dripping like icicle lies on a patchwork quilt yet here she is powdered in pain and glory.

Because nobody travels beyond her own expectations apart from her.

Alone on the seashore a nightmare clasp of intertwined fingers and fate.

A moonlit spectator watches the first date and a star is born to the miracle of bliss.

Beneath wondering hands and a salty first kiss.

© G.P Williamson 2018

Standard
Short poems, Uncategorized

Lets reminisce

Lets reminisce

25/04/2018

Lets reminisce about the last time we laughed during the storm of 64, that time we shared a bath.

I couldn’t touch your hair because the dye was still setting and we both faked high off the fumes.

I can’t lay claim to the universe but we, we’re the only ones in the world.

I splashed and you laughed as the raindrops trickled down your back.

Yeah, what happened to all that?

© G.P Williamson 2018

 

Standard
poems, Short poems

Tested

Tested

09/04/2018

I watched her purity read my spirit.

I watched her thirst drink my mind.

I refueled my forgiveness when she placed her hand in mine.

She read my every thought with a finger down the line.

A sentence to the solitude “I’m not yours but you are mine”

I watched her purity read my spirit.

I succumbed unto her breast.

Was this a new reality?

Another of his tests?

© G.P Williamson 2018

Standard
poems, Tom Orrow

It’s always Tom Orrow

It’s always Tom Orrow

06/04/2018

It’s always Tom Orrow.

It’s Tom Orrow when you’ll play those adult games.

When dressing up was all the rage.

Tom Orrow for that romantic meal, them healing films and that silken feel.

Tom Orrow when we’ll watch that show.

Friends cramped tight, elbow to elbow.

Tom Orrow for that meet up drink.

Next week I’m free at least, I think.

Tom Orrow for my daughter prom.

Work was mad, I should have gone.

Tom Orrow filled with great regret for times we haven’t encountered yet.

Tom Orrow with his sweet surrender.

Tears of hope without an end.

Tom Orrow has the travelling bug without his spade no grave is dug.

Tom Orrow goes but cannot stay.

He’s scared to death of Jester Day.

© G.P Williamson 2018

Standard