The Poetry of Emotion
Is it so strange after two years, still no peace with your leaving? The horizon never moves, lying quietly in its bed of distant scars and slants. I look above the tension wires over the sky darkening at four o'clock. The wire leads somewhere, brings something into a house where the cabinets are stocked with... Continue Reading →
The stars are naked And when they cast their eyes down upon me, Tossed like a million dice, I shiver in my clothes and blankets – Wishing I could be concealed. Photo by Andre Moura on Pexels.com About the Poet: John Tustin is currently suffering in exile on the island of Elba but hopes to... Continue Reading →
The storm’s fireworks will be nothing by midnight. So quiet, you’ll hear the worms in the soil, the ants in the rafters. For an hour or so, the world will be in the sky, flashing and pounding, pissing down like a locker-room of giants. But later, when clouds drift away, the night becomes transparent all... Continue Reading →
Here at the periphery of chaos my longing surrenders into the slant shadows [ earnestly] There in the middle of hatr'd my voice stops on a numb'd note [ weightlessly] In a graceless reign where my way I am losin' [ effortlessly] by a shackl'd ray. In a dried desert where my sighs are hangin'... Continue Reading →
like water which seeps from a badly blocked faucet, nature pushes in through the city where it can. these old unused carparks, the yellow eyes of dandelions, striped grass raising shadow; a pavement tiger line, rippled by some minor city breeze. birds constructing bowers on brick-built cliff- side buildings. cats stalk, tails rising, flying flags... Continue Reading →
Every night I dream your kisses, Your gentle touches and your sweet perfume, Last summer’s endless, silent blisses, Your magic eyes, your youthful bloom. I can feel your hand in my ruffled hair, The love that’s coming from your moving lips, Do you want that love with me to share, and to sail forever in... Continue Reading →
The dust on my shelves reflects a life of its own, A flecked veneer whose pallor suggests time. Where did it go, it seems to say, How was it, the journey to get us here? Was the faltering anyone’s to blame? I had you pegged for more than this, The cluttered messiness implies— More than... Continue Reading →
The mound had never been there before when we pulled in and parked in the field behind my house. You had never been there before, either, and you laughed, saying your life was in my hands. The mound looked so small in the middle of the field, so innocent, untouched yet by human feet. We... Continue Reading →
For a long time, such a long time, invisibility has ironed out the creases in my soul, so I can hide, so I can decide if I want to be seen. I was always hiding. But now invisibility hides me even from myself. It imagines my future as it has distorted my past, separated me... Continue Reading →
She woke in the midst of a vanishing darkness to feel but the irresistible pull of the dark entity like an incubus upon her womb it crushed her soul with the power of infinity. Galaxies gathered upon her breast chasing the breath from the gentle soul as she held her arms in a plea for... Continue Reading →
Ephemeral Elegies 