More Random Poetry

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Streaming

The clock ticks

if we met now,
would we have met at all?

The house is silent

cars on the road go by outside the window
you're upstairs and I can hear you
moving

The house is silent

is this the beginning of the end?

The clock ticks
And the present
Becomes the past


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Where Do We Go From Here?

Where do we go from here?

(the album, unfinished, on the shelf,
the china growing dusty)

Where do we go from here?

(so many pictures,
a lifetime in five short years)

Where do we go from here?

(no roads where we're heading,
no signs to point the way.
We're sailing through uncharted waters now)

Where do we go from here?


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Of Rue and Thyme

The garden is run wild,
a riot of fiery blooms.
But there is mildew on the vine.
And for all their riotous colours,
the fruit is bitter and small.


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Medusa

You thought everything was fine,
That we were good again,
And then the truth came out,
Hissing.
A lightening lash with
Venom
In her mouth.