Cinquain by Paradis
Paradis | February 3, 2010
Clouds
Above -
candyfloss clouds
waiting to be eaten.
I devour them with hungry eyes,
tasty!
Paradis
Drowning
Paradis | February 3, 2010
Skeletons pour
from festered wounds,
the moon licks their bones
as they stalk the night…
And the fog
swirls about me
engulfing my thoughts
in it’s icy grip…
The clock ticks,
but time slows
like quicksand,
with legs so heavy…
I’m drowning.
Paradis
The Past
Paradis | February 3, 2010
The clouds
swirling above me
are my mind,
secret fears in a grey world.
The past, a whisper…
caressed
in evening shadows
like an illicit affair.
Abstract thoughts collide,
and cut the silence,
like skeletons scraping
with boney fingers.
The twilight glides like velvet
as the mists drift in,
while the city of dreams
lurks in the far distance.
The daffodils I picked
laid haphazardly
upon the gravestone
as if to ease your death.
It’s surface scarred
with years of neglect.
There will come a time
when everything changes -
then -
then I will forgive you.
Paradis
Somewhere in a city
Paradis | February 3, 2010
Somewhere in a city in late September,
he takes a walk down by the river,
kicking the first fallen leaves of Autumn.
He leans on a rusted old railing, overlooking the water,
watching the ripples as they float ever wider.
He wonders of the woman he had given his heart to,
wishes she were here to share this sight.
Elsewhere a woman sips tea on a sidewalk.
Seated at a table overlooking a river,
she buttons her coat to keep out the chill
from the breeze that’s blowing off of the water.
She watches the ripples as they float ever wider,
and thinks of the man she has given her heart to,
she smiles and wishes he could share in this sight.
Paradis
Sunflowers
Paradis | February 3, 2010
Endless fields of sunflowers,
Ten thousand spurious smiles.
The bastard yellow rays of deception…
‘Oh the tangled Webs we weave’
Paradis









