Fan Flare

It’s dire this open fire
This unguarded flame
I will always be the same

Open at the hearth

Allowing you to throw rubbish on my light
You fuel me, yes
But eventually I burn out.

Ah but not without a spark here and there.
Not without some flare.

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Before There Was Mud.

I saw glitter.
Before there was mud
There was shine.
I saw sparkle and glimmer
Bursting out of your chest
So screw the rest.
What came after.
I’m going to remember the Gold
Not the dust.
I will try to blow it away at least.
Before you were beast
And when I was beauty.
I saw glitter my love.
And I know it’s still there.
You must care.
At least dare to.

No ?

(C) Slumpless

Are you sure ? Am I ?

I vomited words
All over my page. All over you.
If only I could wash them off.
But they just keep coming
This awful bug of mine.
Stop. Stop. Stop me.
I’m trying to write you back.
Write the wrong.
Except I don’t know who is worse.
You or the curse ?
The plague of being in love with love
Let’s be honest it’s me not you.
You could be anyone.
So really I need to stop.
I’m just addicted to convincing
And maybe you know that.
I think you’re the same.
Enough with this game….
Are you sure you don’t want me?

Rust

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Your looks will fade my love

And all the endless preening will come to naught

I was once like you

In other flames, my comfort sought

I let my fire dwindle while I stoked theirs.

And danced like a dervish and whirled through their stares.

Slow it was, the creeping decay

Which turned copper to rust

Grass to hay.

Until one day they looked no more.

And my inner workings were merely gore.

Left uncared for … my brain did rot

And thus it is….my unhappy lot.

So  dance my pretty

I’m not saying no

But keep your inner fire burning

Because your looks will go.

Originally posted May 2017.

(c) Slumpless

A word please

There’s a word but I cannot find it

For the things you do to me.

For the weaving, heaving breaths that you bestow

It’s on the tip of my tongue

Just like you.

A lick, a flick away.

There’s a word that I search for to understand

To make tangible even with only my mouth.

I’m sure if I try to utter it

It will fumble and tumble, rise and fall

Just like you. Just like me.

There’s a word made of a million kisses and slaps to the face

Of cracks to the heart

Then soothing embrace

There’s a word for you and me, for us.

There’s a word. There is.

But I cannot find it.

(C) Slumpless

Goddess



I followed the wind today
If it can make haste 
Then so must I.
I rode its unpredictable back
An elemental goddess in my prime.

I moved with the leaves
Swept willingly along the path.
They danced jigs around my feet, my head
I was crowned their Queen. 
Me? A Queen!

I felt all the power of the gusts inside me.
A whirling dervish, hovering above ground
Nothing but the sound of leaf adulation
Oh what a sound!

Yesterday I trudged through mud
Pulled my collar up against the draught
Sighed as the leaves stuck to my shoes.
Heard nothing but howling.
But today at last I will not freeze
I will harness the power of that wonderful breeze.

(c) Slumpless