Saturday, October 28, 2017

Some Recent Poems

Stuff I've written over the past week or so. As ever, not necessarily in final form.

A Start

The painful beauty of sunrise and women,
the ache of dreams unrealized,
has carried me this far. A brushstroke —
cerulean on gold. A start.

Another start. Each clumsy daub,
each faulty word, each sidelong glimpse
of all I hoped, had its beginning.
I tell myself it is enough.

I say life must remain unfinished.
Harsh comfort follows such a truth,
and such a start as I might make,
this day of beauty and of pain.

Stephen Brooke ©2017


Tragedy and comedy
share my stage. Let the clown
fight the villain. Let him kiss
all the girls before he exits.
Hidden daggers will be wielded
soon enough. Act Three, I think.

Stephen Brooke ©2017

the horns of Hathor
foretell the advent of Ra
as I too rise

SB 2017

I have rewritten
the first draft of you and me
it still makes no sense

SB 2017

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