Morbid Beauty
In the graveyard, stop and look.
Stone walls enclose the nook.
Eyes are drawn to ancient stone
Sound escapes lips; a moan.
Angels protect haughtily
Head bent over grave; daughterly
And raise stone eyes to pierce the skin
Paper-sharp, through life so thin.
And yet return again today
See once again the practised play.
Of rustles in the bushes near
And inscribed names of them so dear.
Attraction to the place of death
Want to feel the chilling breath
Would only be unwise, but still
It’s morbid beauty – what can you do?
Magnificent Desolation
Harsh winds blow, flick sand around,
Howling, makes most frightful sound.
Horizon is a blurry smudge
Sun in sky, will not budge.
Narrowed eyes see not a soul
Stand in shade, to cajole
The relief of sun and sand
Although there is not a chance.
Not a person to be found
Not in sky, or sun or ground.
Despite the heat and howl and wind
There is one thought that forces in.
Wild places have been left untamed
To breed, fester and eventually maim.
But it’s admirable, what can one do?
Magnificent desolation, it gets to you.
Painful Joy
Birds cry out greetings o’er the hills
And return them with all their will
But one cannot join in today.
Pain, it wrenched his heart away.
And now he’s nought but empty shell
Devoid of love, emotion, will.
But today’s such a pleasant time
It’s difficult to toe the line.
He tries to smile, and laugh and feel
But pain comes cruelly and seals the deal.
You shall not feel a feeling whole,
But brightness mixed in with hellhole.
And though the birds cry out, “Join in!”
He cannot, will not, he’s not dim.
And now he feels he will destroy
Himself, it is called painful joy.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PuisiWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
