Red Leather
Reply
Category Archives: Biography
Room to grow
Retreat
Where can I go
To unwind
From the drama
Of life?
To call home
Remnants
Fragile and bound for posterity
Our parallel narratives
Collided for a time
Drank in like wine
Left us sobering
Waiting for the next flight
To anywhere
Warm blooded memories
Remain and regain
Lost ground in love's
Demilitarized zone
Rejoice, I have a home
Cosy on the shelf
With volumes of unspoken prose
Sing it in the street
Chanting,'who will keep me now?'
Lost love archives
Dust off faulty pride
And bloom in hidden rooms
As night lights glow
Brightly
Smelling her sweet perfume
Faint air of blossoms
Sting of nettles
Scent of leaves
Fluttering freely
Rain is coming
Shelter in with me
until the weather
turns us round again
Reflections
Divine Femme
Who laid out
All the stars
In their spheres
For me to admire
Do you sense
Your power
Over me?
The muse's muse
who broke
Cupid's heart
She is calling
Me out
Crawling out
Of my shell
To what end?
To admire her
And her world
Her stories
to tell
Thomas Wainewright Collection, TMAG.
Conservation
Creating space
For recovery
Of species
In the lifetime
Of an organism
Only so many
Life events
Before break down
Conserving
Not many more
Chances to save
Before extinction
Sacrifice us
To save us
One more fire
One more storm
The great divide
And conquer
Before life rebounds
As it must
To breathe anew
All the old growth
Always missing you
Sweetness and light
What’s in a day?
For two bodies
So far removed
Connected only
By the core
Running onward
Chasing the sun
As one rises
Another falls
‘As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn’
-Arcade Fire, Neighbourhood #1 Tunnels
Count the stars of heaven 