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Adult Poems

Poem: Moth.

Moth. . . Bewitched Spellbound And entranced Like Trilby With her Svengali. . . The story of Svengali and Trilby, written by George Du Maurier, was first published in 1894. It became a bestseller and was made into an excellent film in 1931. . . .

Poem: Dead Time.

Dead Time. . . At  3 am, Looking around A shadowed bedroom, It all seems to be charged With a great expectancy. . .

Poem: Stormy Weather.

Stormy Weather. . . Hold fast, Don’t give up To the pressures Of a high tide. You can weather The hardest storm And pick up the pieces Left beside the waterline. . .

Poem: Rorschach.

Rorschach. . . Gazing at black patterns In a January sky, Formed as rooks swarm together In the late afternoon. . .

Poem: Mess Table.

Mess Table. . . Look at the detritus on that table. If you could compare it To the litter of forty years before Then you would see the effects Of the passage of a life Between two far-away shores. . .

Poem: Penelope.

Penelope. . . Yet still the lonely dove Sits sadly on the bare branch, Wearing a soft grey coat Suitable for extended mourning. . .

Poem: Visitors

Visitors. . . The whole house so reverberates After the knocking on the front door That even the dust motes seem agitated In their beams of sunlight. So who can be standing out there, expectantly, Upon this September afternoon. Unfortunately this will have to remain a puzzle, As there will be no answer. . .

Poem: I Just Love You.

I Just Love You. . . I love you In that green jumper. I love you On a bad day. I love you On the morning after I loved you The day before. . .

Poem: Set Script.

Set Script. . . How I envy a flower That lives it’s perfect life From the second before, Until that last petal falls In the correct and proper way. No worries there of purpose, No need to ponder on the length Of open time on summer days, For every second follows to a plan Except […]

Poem: Blink.

Blink. . . If I should blink out Like a switched-off light Would there be a difference To anyone else’s illumination. . .