Dream Time Poetry

‘twas not the spark of passion
nor the advent of desire
but the shudder/shake of terror
brought up from her recalls.

It’s not to say she didn’t know
love hovered near to still her fear
but so much more she needed then
to make of life a good event.
It didn’t come. She called again,
again, again, again,
until still wrapped in sheer terror
she [...]

A poem inspired by unrequited love.

From within the heartache overspills
and cuts grooves within contentment
to make of volcanoes matchbox toys
lined up for keen inspection
for nought can equal or outmatch
the energetic free-fall force
of a woman’s tears.

But pooled within and confined
behind barriers of maturity
they call forth a brighter, hotter, sun
into the deep interior
where it shrivels heart to matchstick parts
before the moon [...]