Monday, October 12, 2009

tours à vent...

backside, or background ?

green screen

rouler les mécaniques...

Valley

Looking out over

bare trees,

Sunlight sparkles

on frosty carpet.

Smoke rises

from deep below.

Or is it mist ?

Drifting

My vision blurs

Despite the beauty

I'm not at peace.

Something troubles

this paradise.

The silence is heavy

Oddly no birdsong...

Then

Sudden

Thunder

Or is it ?

Only then do i see them

Strung out in a line...

Hunters

Emerging slowly from below...

They've come to

Kill

What ?

Surely not !

Their dogs are yapping,

Sudden wing beats,

Violent flapping,

Bang bang bang

Squawking, honking

& it's all over...

I'm bolt upright

Sweating.

Heartbeat racing,

Temples thumping...

Then realisation slowly

dawns,

Only a daymare...

Just my demons

Within

Come to play

in my mind's

Valley.



Patrick D Thomas

06th January 2008

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

just around the corner...

Likes

Likes

looking for answers nobody hears,
listening for questions nobody sees,
waiting for a silent frenzy,
watching blindness as it blows through my room,
eating meringues that fall like a stone,
pistachio ice cream on snow covered peak,
flying on a carpet by my front door,
juggling turnips as I stand by the pool,
wrestling teddy bears down on the beach,
staring through mountains of jelly,
as the paper ducks fly north by north-west,
shooting to the moon in my rocking chair,
singing the blues in an empty pot,
watering the plants in a bright orange jacket,
showering with petals of fur,
throwing a Frisbee in outer space,

these are some of the things that I like...

and drenched by the sun, or dried by the rain,
I like to put my shoes on my head...

can anybody tell me what they like to do ?


Patrick D Thomas
23rd September 2009

looking back, or moving forward...