I’ve not been feeling very inspired to write poetry lately, so it’s been just the odd line or fragment which I’ve jotted down. So, with apologies for the very rough nature of this poetry, here is my contribution to Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub. For far better poetry than this, please check out the other contributions there.
There’s a reason to this rhyming
and a pattern to my longing
if only I could uncover it.
* * *
I don’t want you to be as you were at the start.
I want you to be like you never were
the spark I thought I caught in you.
* * *
In the midst of this scorched landscape
infected pools simmer.
There are rare pockets of days that have not
had sunlight drained out,
days when I can sit on a terrace
with a coffee made by someone else
and think of ceramic exhibitions
without using cracked glaze as a metaphor.
* * *
Can this be the end
if it’s of something which never was?
You never promised me a rose garden but
I thought all that scrabbling around in dirt
would lead to some flowerful weeds along the way.