Grace

The waves approach in grey swathes,

The peach-swollen sun ripples its grace.

I have come, here, to the water’s edge

A man without life, a man on a ledge.

Toes in the water, my mind in limbo…

Could this just be a dream though?

© K.N.Liddington

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Nothing

He didn’t see it… in the moments where the love bled out of me,

like the leaving of a plague.

I boiled it forth from me.

I scourged myself of love in its rampant, volcanic rivers.

I died, and I lived for it… till I denounced it.

Let every sand grain coarsely erode me, till nothing but deference is left.

Nothing but the blackest night.

Nothing but the darkest soul.

Nothing.

© K.N.Liddington

Three Times

Three times.

Three times, in the middle of the night

I’ve woke mid-nightmare as I shove you so hard, out of our bed.

Get out

Get out

My subconscious said.

 

The echoes of your actions suppressed in my mind;

it’s hollow haunted corridors run filthy with your lies.

 

Three times.

Three times, in the middle of the night

I’ve woke to cold sweats and you clung to me, as a babe to a breast.

Get out

Get out

May I never rest?

 

The shackles you once thought bound me to you forever,

are rattling off with each succeeding night terror.

 

Three times.

Three times, in the middle of the night

I’ve woke to hot tears and palpitations, my heart filled with dread.

Get out!

Get out!

This love – is dead.

© K.N.Liddington

Coloured sand

I had a dream of coloured sand,

That slipped from hand to hand,

It surrounded and danced with me,

A colourful utopia that set me free.

 

It’s magical dreamscape world,

Caught my soul and unfurled,

The reef in my mind’s heart,

Firing up this imaginative art.

 

Crisp slopes of rainbow waves,

Fantasy and wonder enslaves,

The reach of this mystic vision,

Undermines reality’s derision.

 

I had a dream of coloured sand,

That slipped from hand to hand,

And there, within it, I found…

splendour! My mind unbound.

            © K.N.Liddington