Some Poems

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Feeling numb
I thought about the times
When we’d sit together intense and fine
As though our jokes were summer wine
Where eyes met flesh and fragile birth
Fed on wings of mother earth
This separation brought us dim
All plastic wrapped in a biscuit tin.

Oh loving memory keep us strong
As pain of window becomes our stain
Of all the dusty air to breath
I forgive your breath of garlic cheese
To me the sweaty hands of lust
Could now become the rule of trust
So fixed are we as templates stare

As nostrils in an abattoir
As powder for a loaded gun
We queue for sleep and sleep for none
From out of the  sun and its blinding rays
Are scorched the last of our sad days.

Silence

I had a glimpse of eternity
It was set in stone with darkness sliding from it’s form
All hidden from our human eyes
Evaporations final prize
No rumination in that place
Or memory from our mettled Earth
And yet with silence we can tell
That Earth is steeped in one great spell.

The Lovers Bell

You forgave me for that Buddhist bath
On the steps of the Enoshima path
This was my journey far away
Winding still
That dreamy climb of the lovers hill
Where your birthplace nestled in the trees
Created for my disbelief
The crashing waves to still my heart
I cannot falter with my art
For the truth you gave me in that time
Distilled in spirits
And forged in love that rang  my promise to the bell
Imperfect has our journey been
But happy now I go to sleep
Where in the sky our spirits meet.

Marcus Price