Tuesday 23 July 2013

What is it?


When we are happy, when we cry
When we are sitting in the dark
When we are walking in the park
When we sing a lullaby
Whether banal or sublime
It is a source of human pleasure –
A perfect curve, buried treasure
It is used to record goodness and crime
In slang expressions and in formality
It connect the words we utter
It is the marriage of beauty and time
It dulls hardships, reflects our reality
It softens and smoothes, like butter
We cannot live without it: rhyme

Audacity


As they throw their shapes recklessly
it’s their audacity that sets then apart.
They are rule breakers, almost foolhardy.

We admire their shadow puppetry
the abandonment of their art.
As they throw their shapes recklessly

they know, almost with certainty
how far to stretch our aching heart.
They are rule breakers, almost foolhardy

dancing around eternity
juggling with air and light.
As they throw their shapes recklessly

their effortless dexterity
makes our tired eyes dart.
They are rule breakers, almost foolhardy.

Although we suspect trickery
we are not them, could not scale their height.
As they throw their shapes recklessly
they are rule breakers, almost foolhardy.



Tuesday 9 July 2013

Limelight



You did not suffer exactly
At worst, a benign indifference
Being outshone was your cruelty
You were eclipsed by brilliance
Your skin grew pale on your shelf
All that time in the dark was lost
You turned in on yourself
Not hardened by fire or frost
Your introspection dulled your spark
There was too much time for thinking
Your green eyes grew wide in the dark
And when you emerged white and blinking
Into the day, it was far too bright
You missed the darkness. You shunned the limelight