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terra nova Sep 2014
on the 9th he told her 'maybe',
held her hopes within his fist,
at his grandma's hundredth birthday
was the first time that they kissed-

hands held under plastic table,
he was nervous, she was too,
croaky 'happy birthday' voices,
white-permed hair, retirement crew,

halves of wholes in cheap recliners,
secret photo hoards in rooms,
seven worn and wrinkled ladies,
faded brides and missing grooms.

held her hand beneath the table,
held her hopes within his fist-
at his grandma's hundredth birthday
was the first time that they kissed.
terra nova Sep 2014
the chicken walks in the
back door with
all the brashness of
christopher columbus and
makes straight for the dog's
bowl as if nothing can stop her
getting what she wants. and her pecks
are noisy shouts through the house of
beak on tin clang, clang, clang,
she is full of confidence and even when the
dogs chase her out she goes struttingly,
back within minutes-

i think that maybe i should take notes
terra nova Sep 2014
stumbling in the sunlight of this
black hole world you say can't you
see that aeroplane
and i look up
squinting but all i can see is
clouds
terra nova Sep 2014
you tell me that you're very sad
i cannot help; it makes me mad
that i can't take the pain away
(i scrabble for the words to say)

i sit and hear you talk to me
and wish that you could only see
the things i'd do to make you smile
(and when you've gone, i sit awhile

and cry. because i'm sad as well
but know it would be wrong to tell
when you are fighting with the grey)
i so want you to be okay.
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