Old Flame

Old Flame

My memory plays the tricks

of age, making the lines

and shadows disappear

from your face.

I catch your eye and,

turning half away,

you beckon with a look

for me to follow.

Your hand slips

comfortably into mine

and we move off into the night,

there to live our

shared fantasies:

and then my head jerks,

lolling, half asleep in

my chair,

dreaming

half-remembered dreams,

I wake,

seeing you there

across the room,

and then

I light the flame once more

a thousand times.

© 2006 : Colin Gordon-Farleigh

After the roar of the party

I step out into the cold silence

breathe white steam before me

a bull out of the barn

Feel the solid crunch of leather boots on fresh flakes

the crisp leaves breaking

as each leg swings and sinks deep

I survey my land and smile

Something refreshing about being buried

in snow

No My Pet

I am not a cat person
nor do I keep a dog
share no especial equine love
lack affection for the frog

Bob Dylan at IU Auditorium

even in row 5 / Bob Dylan is a mere blur / Tom Waits a shadow

Fair Exchange

She pays me in coin /

small change she finds on the ground /

Good luck, you’ll need it

solace of salmon

solace of salmon

salmon, seattle aquarium, originally uploaded by DRheins.

upward we swim, up / en mass toward the light and warmth / coho consciousness //

His head is spinning with the theory

Between each gig; all is lost.

A gaping hole of anxious self-pity

A drain where once a reservoir stood

His life is measured in monthly cycles

Of moon and Mr. J.P. Morgan

Where once he toiled to change the oceans

Now he moves to follow the flood

It rains with fury this dark Tuesday morning

He works alone in his cosmic man cave

Seattle glassworks mildly smolder in the tray

Francis Francis stays red, hot and brewing

Slip

Loose falls the night gown /

flower slip softly gathers /

silk pile on the shag

The Feather

The feather drifted slowly

from the soaring gull

to land on dirty water

at the midnight toll.

...

Pause on the highway

stuck behind the hearse

i am sorry for their loss

but I am so late

VCs killed my gig/ Pulled the plug; shuttered the biz/ Bankers are not friends

All we are is all we are

And the feeling will come again, wary, alive

This day shall flee, misty before the air

And I will seek the road back, wondering why

more . . .

A Diamante

Playing with a new type of poetry for me. I submit this as my first post as part of this community.

Knight

Righteous, strong

Fighting, jousting, feasting

Honorable, loyal, important, noble . . . to the poetry blog

My general blog

The Boggart

Crumbling like leaves in gutters my shrinking stomach grumbles,
Mumbling while I putter, from the bed, to floor, darkness stumbles
My thoughts are grape jelly congealing to rubbery elasticity
I light my ear like a candle and sail through the opacity
The walking night, right next to me, hiding behind my head
Lurking around every corner and snoozing under the bed....

Lucas

"...A dead Lucas was a salty farm. A bright Lucas, sweaty midnight..." Lucas @ Bad Silhouette.blogspot.com

An Ode To Alexander Hamilton

We all get what we deserve one way or another,
But you, you bastard, weren’t worth the bother;
Your Mercantile philosophy
Was a tasteless recipe

Read the rest of the poem at World Class Poetry Blog

Kindness

kindness cares not for such as we nor time nor place cares not this world nor whom it finds take such comfort as ye may while blood and tears fall fast and hard raining down on man or child till kindness lost is found healing sorrow oh so deep and let's the rivers flow free by Melanie Bishop-bd

Clams

Or was that claims? Anyway, just ignore this post as I'm simply doing a Technorati claim so that more people can learn about Poetry Club.

Show Me Your Tattoo

"Tattoo"

Say young lady with the soft plush eyes,
do you wear pink for comfort
or more for style? Does your hair
flow forever like a river,
a nature spring?

Read the rest of "Tattoo" at World Class Poetry Blog.

Sea Change

Day mysterious
Draped in gray indifference
While white sparks gather
In edgy excited crowds
Marching in mob formation.