Archive | October 2015

Autumnal Blues

I watch you changing colours

in a metamorphic change.

Were once warm and familiar.

now you’re colder and estranged
.

from happiness decaying,

slowly withering inside.

Skeletal your brittle soul

in autumnal blues abides.
,

Scattered your hues resplendent

dance, blown in seasonal brood.

Gloriously you perish

until Spring picks up your mood.
.

As life forever alters,

the dark hours appear so long.

Nature is a magician

in its rebirth you’ll be strong.

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©Jacqui Slade

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Putrid

Putrid

I don’t want your love

something is amiss,

your heart is made of stone

I don’t want your kiss.

I don’t need your words

sharpened in their charms

Never will I find

comfort in your arms.

I don’t need your soul

breathing down on me,

putrid eyes of hate

all I ever see.

I don’t want to give

your abuse my head,

truthfully I cry

inside I am dead.

©Jacqui Slade