Spring cleaning
7 February 2016
Life condemns
The flailing fledglings
Cast on limb
Broken souls
Searching for key in other
Inside dwell answers
Succession
Of partners flurry
One night stands
Hurried love
Immersion in dark dwellings
Caves for the half-baked
Truths simmer
Under the fleeced skin
Wincing taut
Stand at ease
There is light in the shadows
Not all courts martial
Immersion
A haunting thought creeps
Diving deep
Into hides
My skin seeks more than the touch
Invading senses
Senseless games
Playing one’s own mind
Losing fast
Hand in sling
All the doubts that they will bring
These pawns that we move
Handicapped
One hand claps never
Alone pale
Barely snap
Fingers attempting some joy
Whistle stuck in throat
When to learn
Perhaps when skin peels
Efforts lost
Clapping hard
Against chest flanks jagged ribs
Some hands claps sever
I aim soft
At moving targets
Illusion
Breach of trust
The steely will now does rust
Red the waste matter
Imagine
Colours of a beak
Glory’s peak
Word to speak
Iridescent mouth hardened
By years of trials
The wise ones
They arm with patience
The waiting
Discovery
Going through the kernel’s path
The way to the self
You can clean
Arches of doorways
Rid cobwebs
Of spiders
The room’s content lost treasures
Other lifetimes’ hunt
Spring cleaning
Relentless forte
I wear it
Bright motto
Speleologist grotto
My search sane and blunt
Reading of the poem:
Seafret – Atlantis
Seafret – Oceans
Seafret feat Rosie Carney – To the Sea
Seafret – Give me something
Seafret – Wildfire
