"noisly" poems
electric night,
an unreal moon-
shining like
pouring white wine,
making the air intoxicating;
in the canoe the girl and i
rowing along the calm backwaters.
water birds with snake like necks
mating noisly in water beds
make us curious,
we stopped the canoe,
near a moon lit creeper thatched grove.
the girl was wide eyed
and wild,
caught me by my waist
and said:
'you should have done this first'
( i was a silly idot,
moon struck, with only poetry in my bonnet)
we fell in to that rosy pit,
without an end,
and i got grounded, delighted
hearing her wild ecstatic outburst.
Jan 11, 2012
Jan 11, 2012 at 9:10 AM UTC
mornings where i awake and you're not beside me are the mornings i don't find worth making most of. left with just the bodyprint in my mattress of where you spent the night, the creases in the sheets are just signs that maybe you were real and not just figment of my imagination.
mornings, where i'm awoken by your legs hitting mine and your hair brushing past my nose, these are the mornings worth waking up for. i'd stare at you a little while, smile and budge a long giving you room to move. i'd awake you with the smell of bacon noisly sizzling from the pan.
but most mornings i wake up and realise, you were never there to begin with.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
Chaffinch on bended straw
Holding on for the ride
Like a red metal horse on a giant spring
I stare, it sings
3000 crows, maybe more
Gather noisly on the telegraph wires
4000 crows now, maybe more
Start fighting, some gore
Sea mist coming in over the Antrim shore
Sea mist cooling air round our skin
Farmer's wince for the time of day
Too late for the last of the hay
Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 8:43 AM UTC