Bouncing / Glowing

Bouncing

Some days life leaves you bouncing
A duck in a bath.
Or maybe I’m quacking up.

 

Some days the sun glows
Making the world warm and bright.
Even the dog poo.

 

(13^th November 2012)

The Spiral

The Spiral

A poem is an emotional thing
Driven by what’s inside
It bursts from you
Tries to cling to everyone it sees
Either symbiont or parasite

How can I write about the spiral?
It isn’t a poem
It is nothing
A hole, absent of that desire to live

And yet it consumes
Quietly, like a crack in a bucket
Letting you drip away
Until you realise there is nothing anymore

 

(13^th November 2012)