Red String of Fate
This scarlett twine
what binds us.
Invisible line
can hang us
We trip on others
tangled cat’s cradled fingers
we’re tied up on insignificant lovers,
as undone patient knots.
Leads us on
to your heart.
This scarlett twine
what binds us.
Invisible line
can hang us.
Teeth broken
as we try to chew free
to cheat ourselves,
of our destiny.
I feel you stumble
vibrations ring urgently
like a wild oscillating cymbal,
twine tightens bow string.
Let go, hits
to my heart.
This scarlett twine
what binds us.
Invisible line
can hang us.
Hearts broken
we reel it in or flee
we cannot escape,
our destiny,
We reach closer
you step out
from the shadows,
I always knew
it would be you.
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Salisbury Cathedral
May 11th 2010 at 5pm
a haiku
.BiscuitsPlease.
Tea made correctly
process followed perfectly.
Sit back and enjoy.by dwayne wyatt
autumn season
This autumn coloured valleys
foliage draws back within
its retreating self
like the draw-string hooded jumper
drawn tight to keep out the cold.
Spiderwebs glimmer like tinsel stars,
birdsong cuts sharply
through balding trees
no longer muffled by summers greedy leaves.
Braver now, overcoming hunted fears
the local wildlife has no place to hide
within this years autumn fashion.
Earth shudders underfoot
like cold bathroom floor tiles
the sun rolls low across the sky
like a lazily pushed marble.
Twigs snap with bonfire tones
branches droop heavy with dew
like old housewives stooped
from a lifetime of hard work.
I will wait patiently until next year
as once more this turning will appear.by theboywyatt
Weekends in Town by theboywyatt
These valley night trains continue to run
through gritted teeth this shift soon done.
Rusting tracks follow these contour lines
towards the ever growing city light shines.
Together we move, slowly galloping onwards
as the weary conductor automatically herds
these loud saturday nighters, into town.
as they begin their social drunk meltdown.
Hoovered up from platforms into the dustbag
that is this towncenter, a damp dishrag,
absorbing the grimy remains from elsewhere.
Deposited around me, my worst nightmare.
By theboywyatt
Bembridge, Isle of Wight circa 1979 - Happy Days
