petersargison is a member of ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, Creative, Talented, and Unknown, Melbourne & Victoria and Olympus and Four Thirds Group.
And though these notes burst forth / In signatures of feathered time / So that my ears can nearly grasp / I am unable to name their song
Hunger: by day’s hammered construction / Endless motion / And under the split face of the moon
she sighed wearily, perceptibly hunching her shoulders in preparation for another of his often morbid and always self-righteous rants.
There must be a window somewhere / Since days blur by like trees / From a speeding car
Relief sleeps curled by the devil’s chair
A dancer sleepwalking on a pathless mountain