Thursday, 7 March 2013

A Still Life

-A Still Life-

What is a poet without words?
No paint upon the palette knife.
A crusty cake of stony blues.
The frozen peaks of a still life.

© Richard Michael Parker 2013

Monday, 4 March 2013

Without The Cost

-Without the Cost-

More joy,
More tears,
More fury,
More fears,
More brokenhearted rent capitulation,
Than any word could express.
The hours of anxiety,
The days of endless misery,
The forlorn degradation of resignation.
The cold sweats.
Waking in the dim twilight of your passing,
The endless nights, silently awaiting the dawn,
The furious anger wrapped up in scorn,
The melting ray of this suns mocking peace,
Hidden behind these curtains, a closeted release.
The razors edge,
The morbid dread of loss...
What meaning could there be without the cost!

© Richard Michael Parker 2012

Artwork: Isaiah Stephens