whispering lofi
all energy fully spent
your smiling brown eyes
Poetry?
My years turn
My years turn
like a key in a lock.
Now the knowledge,
now the wisdom.
I wait.
I dreamt we were asleep together
I dreamt of you last night. Perhaps
that is too much inappropriate
information
but I did. The fact is there.
I dreamt of you
and promised you a story
in my dream.
I dreamt we were asleep together
and in my dream
I dreamt of you. I dreamt
a story
that held us together until
the very end.
Its narrative was loose and
shaky and there were
many
twists and turns
that I could not quite follow
and cannot now recall.
But the dream was a story
and the story a dream
and we were together
and that is the end.
View of Calton Hill and Arthur’s Seat
fog lifts to show snow on hills
the folly’s columns are silhouette
clarity of view and thought
against the flow
the only person on the riverbank walking away from town
the only person with no dog or a rugby scarf
he holds his shopping bag tight and swinging slightly
See? I have a right to exist. I have every right to be here.
On the bridge
it has rained and rained on the hills upstream
the river flows deep, the colour of builder’s tea
beyond the last fields the sea waits
rain batters
rain batters roof tiles
the red shutters may not hold
my heart is not storm ready
but who is the one
but who is the one
who is the one who
is the final one
who is the only one
who
sun arrows
sun arrows down from cloudless skies
winter wind bringing ice to skin
in the distance the hill burns
rye bread, mint tea
Come, I will offer you crumbs of sour bread.
Hold them
on your tongue;
your mouth fills.
How different the emptiness that fills your belly,
the emptiness in my heart
when you are not here.
After, we will drink mint together
or boiled water on ginger,
for heat
for spice
for the sweetest spark in your eye.
simonsalento 