Flicker of Thoughts

He Is Who He Is

A writer writes
without ceasing
even his heart runs dry
soul cries in pain

He was made a writer
a blessing and a curse
all in his nib
Words fall from his flesh and bones
hanging onto life

This is the last colours of autumn
brittle to my eyes

Bitter cold will line the graveyard with grey snow
Dirty ground in dark days

The same pair of boots though
walk on grass, leaves, snow
into the far away spring dew

Role Reverse

I knew
we ended
from the hug
we had
at the same cafe
our smiles met
and our legs
flirted

I realised
what we had
was pure lust
and transactions

I touched up
my lipstick
and went out
to hunt again

But this time
he’ll be the one
that’s taking care of
the bills

Mellow Sky

We became
the mellow sky
In harmony with
the time polished rocks
And finely sieved sand

Happy Days

I looked through the train window
Lines of yellow trees shimmering
in the golden sun rays
That took me to the sunflower field in January
when I wore smiles like daffodils