Waxing Poet, Waxing Poetical

Ordinary poems for everyday

Grasping (Listening to Rene Aubry Series: La Grande Cascade)   The fleeting idea that yearns for paper Canvas or to take shape, Banging on the door of my imagination. Trembling arms reach out: A hold not taken Or a sweet embrace. And facets fall like snow Gratefully come... Continue Reading →


Polished Flaws (Listening to Rene Aubry Series: La Petite Cascade)

Will I be old one day, Alone and lost in thought As days follow days Of dust and photos Recalled by touch of Albums all unopened?   No, here I will sit And sip my bitter tears Whilst memories (So... Continue Reading →

Loom Shuttles (Listening to Rene Aubry Series – “Lungomare”) The Wand'rer on the golden road Is full of folk-song, folk-tale and -memory And he carries it, gently, all Across Time's Corridor.   Like grass we fall to earth to seed Take root and spring. All too short our flourishing... Continue Reading →

Scoundrel (Listening to Rene Aubry Series – “Prima Donna”)

Debonair, effete At home at every turn Chattering with everyone.   Guiding tourists, hailing taxis Dodging bikes and buses Holding doors and coats.   The easy smile, forgettable face Lighting cigarettes, freshening drinks And picking pockets all along.

Threadneedle (Listening to Rene Aubry Series – “Scirocco”)

The thundering, hammering pinpricks. I am loved under the hand, just sew. I take the hits and keep moving forward, There is no choice.   We turn corners together - His hands and my sides. Screaming in pain I am... Continue Reading →

Sitting in a Graveyard

No spirits here, no ghosts No loved ones' souls. Just memories, reflections The Pasts we carry with us.     We set down our deep regrets and Rest in peace like them. Till comes the time to take them up... Continue Reading →

On the Wrong Side

They're paper walls And rules of glass We put them up But they see through To all the lies That Put them up.   Their tears will fall Their blood will spill Our hearts are stone And so they'll break... Continue Reading →

Monday Morning (Listening to “On a Monday Morning” by Rachel Unthank and the Winterset)

Of another time: Of smiles like feathers - Lighter than air And softer than snowflakes And Monday held no terror.   Another time of Opened doors And "Welcome in" When Time was young And Monday held no terror.   No... Continue Reading →

Starling Sunset (Listening to Rene Aubry Series – “Demi Lune”)

Only murmurations shading Myriad pointillisions fading Upon the setting sun   Only congregations racing Aerial interchanges facing Towards a hidden line   Silence, cloaked in black, returns And dreams of sound-proofed rooms How the moon must spread her wings To... Continue Reading →

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