Monday 31 December 2018

Poem: 'Reading Your Stars'



strung out on the wires 
of impossible romance, 
nothing to believe in 
just loose ends to tie off and 
staples of habit that bite deep, 
search the space between words 
to find no taste of breath 
no pulse of blood-warmth 
the stars are cold 


a new moon in your sky 
a focus on fresh creative ideas 
but nothing that connects 
other than astrological signs 
the movement of planets 
constellations that turn 
into strange alignments 
dictating the destinies 
of impossible tomorrows 

while you and me, 
bide time in hope 
something useful 
will emerge, 
no turn of page 

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