I have been writing poetry for about 10 years now, still need to crush a lot of coal before I get a rough diamond. I try to improve all the time so really like constructive feedback, Love reading other poets and finding something that takes me away.
He was waiting for her in the apartment, smart suited enough to know about property. The rain hadn't stopped, Claire burst through the door as colourful as her language. Jesus Christ I'm soaked. This friggin dump better be worth it.
Oh wow, she forgot the rain forgot her wet clothes. Its fabulous, can we take it? I haven't shown you the rest of the place yet, he laughed. Reaching for a bottle of champagne and two glasses, he followed her into the bedroom. A toast to our meeting place. Oh you are...
As we trudge across town drowning in a down pour to reach the frozen sanctuary of a cold kitchen, we notice the intricate patterns that pool at our feet and listen to the rhythm of our chattering teeth.
As we storm out of the house with our temper at full sail canvas already torn, We notice the cobweb that cantilevers the fence post, caught electric white by a deep calming frost.
Our songs are crafted in carbon poured out over paper, mixed with oil, thinned and repainted, ...
I asked if I could count the sheep, they like to scatter up the hill. I run quick step to take a peep and find a place to lie quite still, could see the flock beyond the mill. I spot the new born wagging tails and watch the rutting baby males. A fox runs out, the bleating starts I scramble fast on sod and shale, he nears the lambs but hears my bark.