"unhung" poems
**When I’m overwhelmed with tears at night..
Emotions are an ocean that consume me.**
Soft waters flow down my cheeks as I reminisce about us and our brief memories..
It was a year ago..
Remembering your soft blue eyes slowly closing on a plane.
Your shakey hands would lay so softly in your lap, slowly drifting away…
You finally had some time to rest.
I loved the mornings when you would turn over and hold me.
A still warmth.
In my indecisiveness you took control,
in my want for nothing you gave me your all.
Just by tugging your hand, your eyes would soften and your voice more calm.
You're raging storm silenced..
Darling I’m here now.
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I knew you..
Well, just the part of you revealed to me, of course..
I remember when you would downturn your lip and look across when you were unsure..
Yet twist your hand up to say ‘come on lets go!'
I remember when I unhung the turquoise dress from your wardrobe..
I chose it because it matched your eyes..
If only you knew how beautiful your eyes looked under an Italian sunset..
I remember us climbing on top of the old town, watching the sun go down..
The glazing orange skyline blessing your angelic face.
All I could ever want was here.
With you.. there was no pain.
No sadness, no war and no violence..
With my resting head on your shoulder.
No words, just peace.
My memories are a clear water..
Climbing the church tower and cycling the city.
Reaching for my hand up the stairs to make sure I was safe.
I could never catch up to you.
In a room full of art, all I could see was you.
In a town full of blessings, YOU were mine.
While my body was broken, you were my healer.
How in a brief moment, you loved me and let me go.
Intoxicated nights,
but a blazing fire as soon as the front door shut..
The balcony doors opened..
The night sky saw our passion, only the stars knew our secrets..
How in a short space of time you became so impressionable on my soul, my inner being.
A feeling.. a place I didn’t know existed within me.. awoken.
I’ll never forget how happy you made me, and still make me when I replay those memories.
Yet memories are just memories..
I pray that I find a way to put to sleep..
The fire that burns within me.
**When I’m overwhelmed with tears at night..
Emotions are an ocean that consume me.
Memories.**
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC
The sparks in the iron sky
cannot hope to twinkle
like the embers in her eyes
the rain has no veil for her radiance
it pierces the swirling skys in me
the walls bare no meaning now
in this heart of mine
and I've unhung the paintings here
my wounds close in the wake of
her every motion
and I am free
All that there was crumbles
Synthetically
In the magic of of her autumn smile
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
It started late on a Sunday night,
The sudden rattle of pans,
With nobody in the kitchen then,
‘What’s happening, Dianne?’
Dianne went pale and she looked at me
‘You’d better go down and see,
Maybe we have an intruder there,
Just keep him away from me.’
I went, but nobody there of course,
I didn’t think there was,
But two large knives on the cupboard were
Arranged in a sort of cross,
‘Didn’t you put the knives away,’
I called, but she was there,
Looking over my shoulder and
I saw that she was scared.
‘But I haven’t used those knives for days,
There’s something going on,
Somebody must have sneaked in here,
I tell you, this is wrong!’
I turned and I tried to comfort her,
‘There’s no-one in here now,
Just someone playing a crazy trick,
I’ll catch them out, somehow.’
But late that night, in the early hours
The bed began to shake,
Dianne woke up and she grabbed at me,
‘I think it’s a real earthquake.’
I tumbled onto the floor at that,
But the floor was still and sound,
Only the bed was shaking, quaking,
Just above the ground.
And that was only the start of it,
Strange things went on for weeks,
For things would fly off the table and
Plates off the mantlepiece.
A carving knife pinned me to the wall
By the collar of my shirt,
‘I don’t think somebody likes you,’ said
Dianne, ‘you might get hurt.’
Dianne had an ancient father who
Was mean as the day was young,
He hated me, and I used to say,
‘How did he stay unhung?’
We rarely went off to visit him
As he acted like a skunk,
But Dianne dragged me along at times
To show a united front.
Doors were slamming and windows cracking
So Dianne had to shout,
‘We have to visit my father, Dean,
It’s time that we went out.’
I ventured cautiously through his room
And called the old boy’s name,
But it was quieter than the tomb
And Dianne said the same.
We found him out in the laundry then,
He’d fallen in the tub,
Had gone a couple of spin cycles,
Oh yes, and here’s the rub,
One bony arm and a hand were out
And pointed, looking mean,
We knew then who was the poltergeist,
But boy, his bones were clean.
David Lewis Paget
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 6:53 AM UTC
to find the finest things things the night
permits needs words & flesh subsumed,
an alchemy of second sight
from chaos yet a smidgen mined
of ecstasy through horror sung,
the pleasure of a mortal realm
where ripe fruit strangely falls unhung,
sweet taste beneath the bitter elm.
whose will can guide the hunter's barge,
forecast his raucous wanderings?
a raven or a dove in charge
of carrion and olive sprigs,
a turkish van set swim for shore,
as black and white as ancient lore
Apr 20, 2023
Apr 20, 2023 at 3:05 PM UTC
Standing on stone flags
Rope restraining only
Slung over massive timber frame
Defining the kirk-
Shall not die today
The oak the flag the stone
Betray me
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC
i bought a wall clock while at the beach
with a lighthouse on it
i put a battery inside before finding it a home
it's a bit noisy and i have it laying on one of my
dining room chairs
until a home becomes available
not sure how that will go
since none of my paintings
or other oddities
will voluntarily give up their spot
i really didn't need the clock
but i liked it...so i bought it
logical...yes?
maybe i should shop for a wall extension
i have asked myself 100 times
why i haven't removed the battery
today i turned it over so that the front is facing up
this fixed the noisy part of the problem
by muffling the ticking
in the cushion of the seat
i suppose i could just remove the battery anyway
since i never really use an unhung clock to tell the time of day
but something is keeping me from doing that
something tells me that the clock won't start again
should i remove the battery
and those ships depending on the lighthouse
may be forever lost at sea
but what happens when the battery dies?
i suppose i will find out
if i live that long
May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 4:07 PM UTC