Alone

Alone

"I work best alone"
I said to myself on
the cold winter morning
as I walked away from her

She just stood watching me
as I disappeared into the fog
She said nothing,
just watched

"I don't need her"
I walked mulling things over
finding things to blame her for

She just stood there
disappearing from view
and I kept walking

"I'm better off without her"
I left, to become a man of the world
plenty more fish in the sea after all

She just stood there
her hands outstretched
clutching the two halves
of the heart she'd just torn out

Another response to illustration 4

This is actually a song I wrote a while back but it has just occured to me that it could fit in well here. It doesn't really have a name.


Once or twice is quite outstanding
If there's nothing up that sleeve.
But I won't be the judge
of that.
But it won't fit into the picture
And it won't shine a perfect light
That will guide our fall to safety.

And that's all we want from this.
That's all that we need to see.
So put your hands in the air
Just to let us know you're alive.

Let down after broken promise.
Bated breath and silent screams.
The essence is all but lost
Inside us.
But you'll only get what we intended,
Catch small glimpses of the dreams
That we hold together in union.

And that's all we want from this.
That's all that we need to see.
So put your hands in the air
Just to let us know you're alive.

And grasp with your fingertips.
Reach up into the unknown heights.
And if your feet leave the ground hten don't look back
To find them.

Response to illustration 4

The Stage

The Stage gives power,
The Stage gives life
to those of us
who grasp for the light.
The stage is a platform
for song and dance.
The Stage is a podieum
from which
the spoken
word can romance.
The Stage always listens
when all others tune out.
The Stage has no boundries,
no remark,
no doubt.

responce to illustration 06

SIN

He calls and longs for her
But she does not answer him.
He cries and screams for her
But she dose not hear him.
With a darkness in his heart,
That fades all the light to dim
he knew what he had done...
and what it did to him.

Hi Everyone,
Ale thanks for inviting me onto the blog. I must admit I am totally new to blogging and this is my first post ever. Been having a look at the blog and it's great to see you all posting new poems. Writing in response to an image is a great way to generate new work.
Eileen

Illustration 02-06

I didn't expect such quick responses!

Let's try with a few other images. Pick one

Illustration 02

Response to Illustration 01

Back To Back With Shadows...

It begins
Again with its
Infamous whiff of woe
Caressing the nostrils
Leaking through the eyes
Gravitating the heaving heart
Towards the abyss of despair

Souls begin their lingering
Memories hover and anticipate
Their re-enactment
As his soul splinters in
Silences slumber
While tears dry in their
Flight away from him

He
Is no longer
The reflection in
The mirror of truth
He will give in to all perplexing realities
He will sit back to back with shadows
He will wait for redemption’s call...
That may never come...