ajulea

The electricity is out. Somewhere nearby Lightning struck a transformer down. I’m grateful for it. I can hear their voices. Human beings On their front porch, on their terrace Are talking to each other….

The most agonised cries for help aren’t those that rumble like thunder across stormy skies, with lightning tattooed all over them. They’re the incessant raindrops- mostly invisible, almost silent, which slide off your palm, unnoticed, as you t…

When pours a drop of uncertainty, And rolls to the bottom of the cup, Let it remain what it wants to be, Let me brave the fear and lick it up. Fear is good, or so I’ve been told, But let me not dwell on it so long That it robs me of the best…

I was stuck in a wakeful slumber when I thought I saw you stand slightly by the doorframe, looking down at your hand. I thought you came in slowly and sat down by my bed, I thought you touched my forehead but I woke to emptiness instead. I w…

No workout is as long or as exhausting as chasing thoughts in circles in your head….

Could you paint the wall yellow, So it doesn’t smell of desolation, Greyed and browned isolation? Paint it sunshine bright yellow. Could you paint the wall yellow, So it doesn’t feel neglected, Used, abused or rejected? Paint it a happy yellow…

Ketchup evenings, a catch up with feelings long forgotten. Mustard would be good right now. Hot dogs were always your favourite….

As the day fades you collect the hours, like fairy lights decorating your bedroom wall, you string them up, mulling in the soft glow, like song lyrics you vaguely remember, you string them together, a poem that may stay. History, your story…

You can breathe, In the air and in the water, But your webbed feet remain tangled In your own web of lies….

when Sun and Horizon met painting on the canvas wet streaks of red and violet eternal, transient duet….