In the rain
I hold you close
In the rain
I dream
Feel your breath
Upon my lips
Only in the rain
Month: September 2015
Tanka 4
bike wheels spinning
catch the evening sunset
cycling home with you
kaleidoscope of colours
a constant companion
Star prints
The platform
She waited. Watched the trains rush in and out. Listened to the relentless noise of the station. Tannoy announcements and roaring engines soothed her racing mind. She sat each day observed the commuters, families greeting loved ones from the train, day trippers and reunited loves. The didn’t see her, but she knew them. Knew their sins. Her head turned to the familiar sound of click clacking on the platform, the woman in red. Caught the 7.57 to who knows where. Today Jess would find out. She left her seat, stepped onto the train.
Heart a pillow
My heart
a pillow
bursting
at the seams
Fishing line
Erosion
With each
thought of you
my heart
cracks a little deeper
redundant
Empty cassette box
tape long lost
unused but not unwanted
redundant through technology.
Tanka 3
bare branches whisper
against our window pane
this midnight hour
shadows upon the full moon
casting down where once you laid