Category: Poetry

Step, a little step;
in a million little steps,
I walked away from home.

Home, now a memory
A vague smell of distant rain
Dark wooden rooms and blooming flowers
Lose perspective in black and white
That airbrushed perfection
Stinks of nostalgia on the breath analyser.

It’s now a drunken darkness
of memories and musings
Consuming and numbing-
Shapeless mind freezes, imagining home.
Legs liquid, point home.

Shouldn’t this be home?
How do I start my getaway?
What am I fleeing?

I am so far away from home
yet it shimmers brilliant
in the streets of my mind;
Peace smiles with genuine recognition

My mind map: reality moulds
a bread trail of it;
Playing games with my faint trace
of smells, looks, words, jokes.

How did I get this far from home?
Will I find my way back?

I dream of a stroll up a mountain
Arm in arm with him
The naughty wind blows cold kisses
Closing us in

Happy little flowers stand waving
Like children along the roadside
Indifferent the ravine flows
Stealing time on the flipside

Rocks offer seats and
landscape hawks views
“I am different; watch me!”
And the valley smiles anew

Unknowing, unseeing we walk
In a time and space of our own
Both Time and Space our own
Whispering inconsequent nothings

My nothings, his nothings, our nothings
In a world that will end with this walk
Resuming later when I dream
Of us walking together again.