Tag Archives: words

Snow in Heat

January 13, 2017poetry, WordsAdverse Weather, Being Held, Keeping Warm, Poem, Snow, Water, wordskmjmreed

Rain with delicate wings

Parachuting

Gently to hand

And in such weather

Even water

Is in search to be held

Exit, Entrance to Exit

January 9, 2017creative writing, Flash Fiction, poetry, WordsAwkward Exit, Gotta get out of this place!, Insecurity, Leaving, Life, Nightclub, Nightlife, poetry, That first breath of fresh air, The First Post of the Year, The Walk Home, wordskmjmreed

The whites of her eyes trembled like approaching dual headlights in heat-haze.

Each pinkly foot all a blur; cradled loosely by a pair of slip on cups; adjoined by two nonsynchronous shotguns; lock and loading; firing her across the nightclubs remix of slip and adhesion.

Her slight outline; disappearing/reappearing; a visual offbeat to the paparazzi furore that follow her with discord; some giddy travel through extra-terrestrial lights of seizure.

To a close country border,

Fire doors! she cried, unlikely to be heard… or in thought.

Now here is the swing and hinged odds; potholed by scattered youth with inebriated limbs; blotted by dazed fireflies that danced in the smokes.

Surrendering to official air, the same air that blows your sweat gently across your neck into deltas on your chest, only reminiscent… to be felt.

When gravity falters, this Mother Earth is momentarily off her axis.

Her daughter follows one snaking line of shy neon; in and out of sight, forever smaller, staccato, in black, can paranoid be the night?

Souvenir

November 20, 2016poetry, Wordscheap artefacts, clutter, fridge magnets, Holidays, Nostalgia, ornaments, poetry, scenery, Souvenir, tat, Thoughts, tourists, wordskmjmreed

Now that being there; is now always near

And since then where have we’ll been? –

By the fridge near that bridge…

Leaning on the ridge of ‘Decorated Windowsill Hill.’

Wind Paintings

November 6, 2016poetry, WordsAdverse Weather, Art, Colour, Commuters, Litter, Painting, poetry, Shading, The Dull, The Wind, Toning, wordskmjmreed

Some sunlit Sunday when the wind began to paint; swirling lines around windowed tombstones,

Chroming dull, jutting decay and the ironic dancing of litter; saturated with audacities,

Shading the herding commuters with realism and the scattered loiterers in impressionism.

Not forgetting the multi-toning of everything with tornadoes, and the requisite highlighting with hurricanes.

Then for some; the inability will be – to see the bigger picture; with all the unnecassary force

Of incessant rains upon swollen, rolling seas.

This weather has found it’s new career.

Young Medusa

October 24, 2016poetry, WordsBullying, Medusa, Outcast, poetry, Revenge, Smile, What Is Normal?, wordskmjmreed

Her hair: unusually short

Her height: strangely tall

Her feet: somewhat large

Her hands: abnormally small

Her skin: a peculiar canvas

Each eye had a seperate rule

But so sick was she of ridicule

Her smile destroyed them all

Nowhere on Pause

October 10, 2016poetry, WordsMemory, Moments, Nostalgia, Now, poetry, Short, The Future, The Past, Time, wordskmjmreed

That moment before the future,

That directly succeeds the past.

If you’re lucky you’ll even catch it,

Through its travel; though it never lasts.

Tour Guide

September 18, 2016Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, poetry, WordsAdverse Weather, Bad Holiday, Body-Fat, Holidays, Humour, Information, Nobody Here There or Anywhere, Not Bothered, Over Worked, Sci-Fi, Surreal, Tour Guide, wordskmjmreed

“Those are the sounds of your body-fat dissolving under the piercing heat of this sun!” he said; the tour guide not realising if there was anyone actually there… yet to come.