"bedcovers" poems
Regardless of the contrast or depth of the lens, it all depends on where the
light falls.
Streetlights glowing,
Like bedcovers laying,
Over the harbour waters inky as
Freshly-spilled car-crash blood,
Reflecting deep as a thought can penetrate.
A parade of gunfire
Startles silent rage into the frightened round-up locals
Eyes cowering and arms raised like scarecrow’s overhanging,
While in a side-alley doorway
A soldier anxiously caresses
A girl who he will never speak to again
The tequila-resembling sun standing watch
Their sole clandestine companion.
A child is given relieving news,
Having arrived not without frustrated effort
That she no longer has to follow the same life-stifling routine.
Her doctor, after the dizzying business of congratulating her parents,
Looks out his window without witnessing their departure
Until his eyes are cast back to dispersion
Appreciating fresh rain turn a week’s snowfall
Into puddles upon the ground.
The mind resists the heart’s attempt to repress,
We resist our own borders admitting a consistency of strain
Memory indulging in a fleeting spectacle of sin,
The Sickly exterior of the heart’s delight.
Regardless of the contrast or depth of the lens, it all depends on where the
light falls.
Moments throughout our lives repeated in the stock footage of the
mind,washing thoughts matted out of stark exposure
seeding out a negative frame.
Apr 22, 2012
Apr 22, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
So many emotions tonight
I just cannot keep
them in
They are bursting out
from this jar of stars
that I keep next to my bedside
and tonight I couldn't
close it tight
if I tried
yes they are erupting out
as the lid
flies to the skies
messy emotions everywhere,
all over the
bedcovers
spilling onto the carpet
over my fingers as I attempt
to catch them
now I see
that the stellar energy,
just busting
through the ceiling,
up through the roof
and over the stratosphere
is mine
it seems that
I am going for a night- ride
amongst those
brightly encoded particles
sensory endings a-glow
reaching out like starfish
infinite pieces of our being
as they meet the forces beyond
I am rushing through those
night clouds
fluidity floating
trying to understand it all
attempting to know why
How can I make it right
How can things get back on path
And then I realize
This is it…
The path
I am on it
the pieces
will come back together
only after
they freely
unabashedly
shatter
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
You
Were the human embodiment
Of all my fears:
The manifestation
Of all my monsters.
Yet,
If you came knocking
I’d open the closet-
Pull up the bedcovers-
Turn back to the dark mirror-
And invite you back in.
Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 12:33 AM UTC
Tuesday.
It was Tuesday late in the day when we met
It was raining so hard we were both soaking wet.
I talked to her like she was an old friend
And realised soon, I didn’t want this to end.
So I said,
Fancy a coffee?
Even though it was late.
She grinned and said,
Shall we call this a date?
And we talked as we walked
And it got really late
I said, let me walk you home, at least to your gate.
We got to her house and she said, coming for a drink?
Yes please I replied, I didn’t need to think.
The evening passed to morning
We laughed and we joked
And saw the new day dawning.
Then we kissed and my heart missed a beat
Then we kissed again a double measure,neat.
Her lips tasted of the morning mist and once again we tenderly kissed
Then undressed as the suns rays hit the counterpane
And I knew I’d never be the same.
I kissed her eyes her neck her ears
It nearly brought this grown man to tears.
She whispered don’t rush just take your time
And you and me will make each other mine.
If I ever thought that I wanted to die
I now know for sure that this was a lie.
She made me want to live,She made me want to give
And after when we felt just so her cat jumped up and bit my toe.
But we laughed and began to touch and I wanted her so much.
Then later over a cup of tea she said,
Does that mean you really like me?
Yes, I said, I really love your feet and my heart skipped another beat
I love the way you sway I love the things you say
Your nakedness is branded on my brain
My heart was racing like a train.
She smiled and said, I like you too
I said, I want to make love with you.
And though I’ve not had to many lovers
She took me under her bedcovers
And heavens did she make me moan and yell
By doing,
Well,
A gentleman does not tell.
And then the bell went clang the telephone rang
I opened my eyes and to my surprise
I was alone in my room it might as well be a tomb
Just another wet dream though for a while it did seem
So so real So so good.
But then I suppose it would.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
i wake up.
the room around me is earth; red, radiating, crumbly.
i sift the bedcovers through my fingers next to my cheek.
an arm, heavy over my waist, shifts with the warmth behind me.
carrots sprout from between knuckles; purple, white, gold.
i wake up.
the piles of leather tomes as if dust was blown away just a moment ago.
warm skin behind me just a little more solid; the smell of carrots and earth a little less sharp.
i wake up.
the walls have receded and sun is pouring over my legs.
only a couple feathery green tops remain and the arm is held tighter to my body.
dusty rectangular outlines on the dresser and floor.
i wake up... and open my eyes
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
i guess i just hoped i could wake up
like i always do, only alive
throw the bedcovers from my
aching, beating body
leave the curtains open
because i don't feel like hiding
keep my head up, keep the air flowing
out of breath, but in sync
and through pain or whatever comes my way
feel it all, feel everything
but no
i woke up like i always do, grey
slowly disentangled myself
from the crumpled blue sheets
left the curtains closed
because the pointing fingers are everywhere
kept my head down, kept the air controlled
through my lungs, out of time
and through pain or whatever came my way
i felt nothing
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
She floated around her little city in the clouds all day, alone
Here were so many things to be touched, to be observed, such a very long time to languish
This was a paradise inside, this weightless world of whites, and deep resonant blues
Where the sky was always a surprise
It was her salvation from the long empty days of fear
Alone and broken amongst the ***** blankets of her makeshift bed
He came home at the end of every the day, expecting to find her waiting for him
Wreathed in ecstatic smiles because she could finally hold him in her arms after a long day of solitude
But even love cannot negate the slow disintegration of a soul left too long in isolation
Or of a cowardly heart that can no longer create for fear that it is not creative enough
He often knelt beside the pile of bedcovers in which she was entombed
Her eyes, gazing far beyond him to a place he could never even see
Slowly, he coaxed her to come back to him, hands gentling her soft and empty head
Even as he drew her back, his guts clenched with melancholy for she would not thank him for it
She gazed at him as her doe eyes began to fill and spill over
She gripped his hand with surprising strength as all her chaotic rage sprang out from behind her eyes
Spouting out of her mouth as rivers of lava
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 5:59 PM UTC
We converse
no, we toy with conversation
each word a building block of sentences
that tumble
- we start again
as I take your old age for child play
placing one sentence upon another
suddenly you’ll remember who I am
you giggle into the dark warmth of your bedcovers
- only to re-emerge
bemused
by a world of scattered toys and broken memories.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 9:06 AM UTC
would you believe me if i gave my truth?
the inner joy i found on my path,
simplicity and happiness over wrath,
kindness and love breeding faith,
all the glory i've rediscovered,
blessings overlaid by bedcovers,
intelligence beyond Harvard,
and the devil I smothered,
people i empowered,
my life has transcended the norms,
shifting and shaping itself into new forms,
rejuvenated and rebuilt broken homes,
so i've found peace,
meditation or pray on my knees,
so the heart can smile and pump with ease,
freedom is complete,
magnificence is the projection of my nature,
expansion of the soul to talk to the creator,
human essence is the nomenclature,
i am the light,
with a faculty of extreme might,
perspective is never oblique,
cause i see with a different technique,
and apply the philosophy of the ancient greek
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
Toblin's carriage came to a halt.
As Princess Andulan the Silenced approached.
Holding a withered apple in one claw.
She sent her servants scattering with a violent gesture.
Moving with her dress held above the muddy path ahead.
She shed no tears for the dead.
Nor for Sharin's lost children,
Instead it was shown.
She had wed herself eternal.
To the countenance of one whose song has been silenced.
Death denied and sealed away,
Meant she hadn't aged a day,
Since her thirteenth birthday.
Spent with her loving father,
Jealous sisters, twins linked by envy,
They whispered foolishly from their bedcovers,
Colluded with one another to diminish her,
Because she couldn't wring their necks,
It went on unabated.
Spoiled by treasures of war,
Entitled by conquest and power,
She occupied herself and others plenty,
With her every need and whim.
Rob of years sorely removed,
From either crown or privilege,
Shied away from politics, a boring brother.
Non-combative and defensive.
Amidst royal battlefields,
Internal conflicts far removed from,
Outward appearances of serene stability,
To reassure the coddled and subjugated masses,
Familial affection served to maintain those welts of submission,
Bitten into common, gamey flesh once wild and unsophisticated.
We gave them purpose where none existed, put value in place.
Of lives spent surviving.
Still he was upbeat and eager to practice,
With a violin seemingly attached to his person,
Like an inseparable portion of his soul or,
Vital *****
His hands were crafted to bring music to voids,
Unseen yet made felt by all,
Once her melodies were given voice once more,
Sharin's tears melted our hearts,
Dissolved our rage, hatred, resentments,
Causing evaporation to occur,
Ousting us from internecine nonsense,
Rob took from us that goblet of poison,
Seldom parted from by choice.
He knew and accepted his call.
Retreating to it whenever royal squabbles,
Tried to drown out his song.
Rob out-shined us all.
Remember you I shall, my dear Rob...
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
casually observing my body from the outside
watching me fall apart
my face sliding off my cheeks
my abdomen rotting
my hands and feet lying listlessly against my bedcovers.
i have become a bystander
a slightly curious stranger
keeping an eye on the ****** on the street -
me
watching my antics
wondering at my behavior
cringing at the pathetic pleading that stretches from my eyes
to my toes
to his phone screen
i wonder how long she can carry on
before her head blurs in its motion
before her hands claw together
before she smolders out
a wait and see
sort of game
how long
can she
last
how fast
is too fast
how much
is too much
how long
before he leaves her alone again
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
Remember trying to blow smoke rings
in my bed, and how
you always looked after me
when things got rough,
but you couldn't look after yourself,
white found it's way up your nose.
Now it's gripping your brain
the money and the glamour of it all.
I can't see myself in you,
barely yourself in you.
To be in love is a disease,
relying on drugs incessantly
and I can't breathe when I see him,
he's not even talking to me.
I know in myself he's not worth ****
but it lives in the depths of me
the feeling of utter worthlessness
hopelessness and jealousy.
There's no bedcovers on my duvet
I'm just wallowing in my own
sadness and illness
and I can smell you in every inch of this room.
I'm going away, maybe I'll stay away,
but homesickness is so hard to remedy
when home isn't home anymore.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC
She breathed inside her mother for nine months,
Her weight nowhere near tons.
There were dreams for her waiting to be fulfilled,
Of how she'll laugh and their home would build.
Everyone was waiting to hear her first cry,
To hold those small hands and feet; oh my my!
Her arrival was being anxiously waited for,
But she decided to give a pain that has no cure.
She never got a chance to open her tiny eyes,
To hide things under bedcovers and tell some lies.
She missed on feeling fresh air brushing against her face,
She left this world without any memories and trace.
She had to see and feel the nature's beauty,
Had to be held in mother's love and father's protective custody.
She had lots of love to receive and same to give,
Dead in her mother's womb, the little babygirl never got a chance to live.
In the memory of an angel❤
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 8:18 AM UTC
I searched for my extra teeth and eyes,
Frantically I looked in my drawers,
Nothing,
I searched under the pillows,
Naw!
Under the bedcovers,
Naw!
The teeth cup was empty,
May be I left them in the bathroom,
No, wait a minute,
I had just cleaned my teeth and returned them on the drawer,
Together with my specs.
Where did they go?
That sly old dad has taken them again,
There he was at the table
Happily reading a newspaper and munching breakfast with my props.
23/2/2025
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 3:08 PM UTC