Small limbs, Gripping the surface Sticking to glass Fingers that struggle, And strain Against purposeful gravity If they lose their… Read more Purpose
Tag: poem
Glass
Displays a reflection, So fragile, That as she reaches out to touch it, She shatters into pieces
The tower
The door is always dark Or never there at all Imperceptible, It leaks through a pin prick Dense dark droplets… Read more The tower
Easy
When the heart is weighted Gravity will swing towards failure The simple truth It is not easy to accept oblivion
Spark
Arc across the room Lily white skin, beetroot red The spark echoes And then fades Leaving traces of life Where… Read more Spark
Tighearnan John Kelly 