David Brydon - Poetry Blog

Lake of Tears

2012-05-16T07:45:00.001-04:00

He watches the rain pour in
as the black clouds
gather overhead.

Emotions thunder
sparks fly
and the siren by the lake
begins to sing.

A heart expelled
pierced by the shrill of air
as she smiles at him.

Call me home
allure me
take me there.

Run your fingers
through her golden hair
kiss her neck
her lips –
then drown me
by the lake of tears.

Untitled Poem

2012-05-13T13:45:00.002-04:00

When time has lost the time of day
and no sounds can be heard -
what is left to say.

When a withered leaf
falls from the tree
and no wind finds it way
then all that growth of youth
will be gone -
and no journey…..
will be made.

Away

2012-05-13T07:55:00.000-04:00

We first met
in the darkness of night
I would hold her to me
strike a word
to light her
see the flicker
in her eyes
as the hardness
dripped away.

Now I watch her
this vision in my mind
a flicker of a candle
which over time –
melts away.

She was my light –
and now
that I can’t see
I realise
that the wind of life
has taken her –
away.

I Want To Tumble

2012-05-07T12:01:00.002-04:00

I want to tumble –
tumble through the dark of life
and spill into the light.

Then roll end…… over end
until I find my equilibrium
and stand balanced
between these two feet.

And then I want to plunge
headlong into this froth of life
and drink……
until my thirst is gone.

Then pour me into the sea
so I may float away
and the waves
can tumble…. me.

Once More

2012-05-03T14:54:00.000-04:00

Old words, which you once read
left scattered on the floor
now forgotten and upside down
just a book upon your shelf –
am I no more.

Perhaps I’m torn
tarnished at the edge
but I ask – is that not a sign
that I was once well read.

When we first met
you held me….
like a newborn leaf
just fallen from the tree.

You breathed me in
I was more than just a scent
dare I say –
I was once the very essence
and nothing less, nor more.

I’ll wait…..
one day you’ll see me sitting here –
your old friend
perhaps, I’ll be propped against the door
you’ll dust me off – invite me in
and you and I – will read together
once more.

A Constellated Mesh

2012-04-22T09:01:00.000-04:00

My thoughts are garbled
muddled in their concern
they have failed to find… connections
to feed…… the stream of mind.

But if I walk….. away
will they ever find – those words
which fit between the lines
and help me see….
the light before the grey.

So now I sit ~~~~ tangled in this chair
a constellated mesh….. of disconnected dots
like little grains of sand – without a pearl
or a man….. lost in moments
thoughts…… which cannot stand.

Divisions

2012-04-09T09:32:00.000-04:00

A short walk along a creviced wall
reminds me – of the sheer enormity
of the fractures beyond the seams
these divisions, which divide us all.

Coloured gaps – of paint and spackle
puttied joints of politics and bonds
heartbeats which flutter –
words – gavels without a sound.

Stop and listen – to the wind on hills
these trees with shallow roots
that topple down the streets
and homes, build upon the land
collapse – as the framework snaps.

Underneath the rubble sits
these barren stones of time
a painted picture – of humanity
forgotten lessons of our time.

How Dangerous

2012-04-09T09:31:00.001-04:00

How dangerous….. is your mind
when you play with us
talking in circles
just so you can wrap me up
with your long fork tongue
it’s a magicians rope
which I can’t untie
and run away
from those red lips of yours.

How dangerous… is your mind
when you’re serious
when you’re bound to me
how dangerously sublime
when your serpent tongue
inspires me.

When it’s four o’clock
and the streets are bare
the church bells are ringing
that it’s way past three A.M.
but your tongue is still telling me
all these stories
which make my hair stand on end.

How dangerous… is your mind
when you’re serious
when you’re bound to me
on a four post bed
will you tell me all your lies
or will you talk in circles instead.

What is Friendship

2012-04-02T09:55:00.001-04:00

What is friendship
but a fragile flower
born from the earth
it sprouts towards the sun
but does it stand
when the darkness sets.

The colour of the petals
above the thorn
and below the leaf
a bounty of your heart
or red blood drips
a false rose, yet defined
which blooms to grief.

But your fragrance
is the perfect friend
such imperfections
that bend my life to you
this is my friendship
and the beauty of my colours
are for you.

Back Home

2012-04-01T07:38:00.003-04:00

I have no idea what inspired this, other than the first line, but the entire write was completed without pause and under 30-seconds; regardless, it’s a poem:

A vacant lot
a piece of ground
within my soul
no path to lead me
nowhere to go
the question is
who will come
to save me
show me all the gates
that surround
and all the locks
to let me go
but who will plant the flower
to let the others know
that I was here
deep within this ground
but then I found a way –
back home.

An Untitled Poem

2012-03-31T07:11:00.001-04:00

Don’t come back to me
don’t bring your gun
you can’t run away
from all these dreams
they are all the same
just a long tunneled night
trapped in a tower
did the world change –
or only my view
as the old soldier grew…. older
and his dreams….
just faded away.

I Was Left To Listen

2012-03-19T07:05:00.000-04:00

I gave her my hope
even when I had no strength
to wind the clock of time
and I was left to listen –
to her fade…… further away.

She would hide within the minutes
not a moment would –
or could she spare
just a second hand
a third wheel
nothing worth…. keeping
like a life without a beat –
left to fall apart
nothing left to give her
but a heart
at the end of a torn sleeve.

But I was left to listen
as she had no time of day
no seconds left…to say
or no time to give away.

I was left to listen
as she laughed between those seconds
because all she said…..
was she had no time
and what she had –
she wouldn’t waste
on me….

So I was left to listen
between the beats of time
in the hope that she would hear
the ticking…..
of my forgotten sound.

When I’ve Lost You

2012-03-18T07:51:00.002-04:00

Where she’s going, I’ve already been
so she can take that trouble
I have no more will –
to travel there again
and if you won’t listen
then I’ll see you off....
sure you'll say, I don’t know today
but tomorrow – well….
I’ll know my way –
and you…..
you’ll be too far gone
and you won’t see my tears
when I’ve lost you
and you’ve lost your way.

An Invisible Ghost

2012-03-18T07:23:00.000-04:00

I feel invisible – a ghost
with chains…..
shackled to my feet –
or just another pocket
with too many holes.

But does it matter….
when you have nowhere to go
so I travelled to my mind
to look at all that history –
the riches and the gold
what else would I find.

Just another ghost
whose old and faded
when nothings real
that’s just the way it feels.

Surrounded by life
as she passes me by
an invisible ghost
or just another fool
who’s caught in a dream.

Every Whisper Is Heard

2012-03-17T07:25:00.003-04:00

I hear the tin roof…. resound
in my broken home
two-drops past the buckets edge
and the rain flows –
to the lonely…… floor.

Clouds gathering
as the drums begin to beat
the wind…pining at my skins door.

Where is the sun
that burning pleasure
when her soft lips –
surrounded me
a battle I had one.

Wading through the water
looking for the door
I can’t breathe
just the thought of her
drowns my heart… and me.

She’s my echo
her love…. these beating sounds
my heart now trapped
in this hollow room
I listen to the tin roof
where every whisper….. is heard.

Why Is The Water Still

2012-03-16T06:31:00.000-04:00

I went to find her
down by the water’s edge
just past the rushing brook
where an old tree never slept.

Stumbling over roots
now rusted to the shore
trying to find a way
trying to find the door –
trying to find…. her scent.

As the candle burns
to help the blind
I no longer see the sky
unsure what happened
when our life turned into time.

On the rocks… looking out to sea
she never turned….
but asked me –

Why is the water still?

Just Beneath The Sun

2012-03-14T07:09:00.000-04:00

I’m sailing away
with all these thoughts
a windy mind……
on a stormy day.

Did the sea of me…. change
when you stood
and never spoke a word
you just remained the same
but then you said you would.

You said you loved me
but can’t reap what you sow
instead you…. tore me apart
like dark clouds – and the rain.

As I sail away, your soul –
invades my night
all this grey… which breathes the air
just fades my moon –
then fades away… the traces of you.

All these pieces – left in my mind
and they and I – miss you
so don’t tear us…. apart
when the day is done
hold out your hand – and look for me
I’ll be waiting –
just beneath the sun.

Ink Stains and You

2012-03-13T07:08:00.001-04:00

You stain my mind
like ink upon a crisp white page
where nothing else is visible –
or matters…. but you.

I see everything around
but it’s black – then I see
the blue shadows
which surround….. all of you.

Then I put my pen down
and dry the tears away
I look at all the writing
that I’ve written –
but all I see...... is
ink stains – and you.

How Many Doors

2012-03-11T09:37:00.000-04:00

What are you looking for
how many doors …
have you knocked on
how many hearts –
have you broken
have you ever seen the paint chips
you’ve left laying on the floor
who am I to wonder this
or is it me you’re looking for
or am I, just another door –
to knock on.

Into My Tree

2012-03-11T08:20:00.000-04:00

He is but a worn trunk –
she a vibrant lake…. which shimmers
underneath his tree.

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A truth of buried roots
which hugs the desperate ground
is her love –
which binds me to this earth.

Each day I burrow deep
with gnarled limbs of thought
until I find the freshness –
offered at her stream.

I quiver in anticipation
as the tips of me –
reach out to her
absorbing all the moisture
and draw love – into my tree.

You Are That Woman

2012-03-04T10:55:00.000-05:00

Have you ever had a thought
a colour – that ravishes your mind
an all consuming happening
unbalancing – at the end---- of a line.

These dots, which don’t connect
or lights that live…. only in the dark
and all these numbers – lined up in a row.

Teacher….can you see me now
I’m the worn chair –
who sits behind this desk
you can’t see the logic
or see the tired tears
have you ever seen my face -
listened to my words.

When you watched me
I would watch the blue
just to change my mind
a comfort in the colour
unsure of what to do.

Then I found the pieces -
when I found you again
an explanation of my time
while I waited – to understand.

An extraordinary person
who explains me – to me
no lies – nothing undefined
just my tired world –
long since past suffering.

You are that woman -
who knows me
who never has to say a word.

If I Reached Out

2012-03-03T08:24:00.003-05:00

If I reached out………..
far beyond where my heart touched
and just before my hand – fell away
would I find you there
or would the cold air -
take my breath… away.

Could I balance time
two-lives – one past its prime
could I lean on you….
like a drowning tree.

Can I sing with the choir
as we rock to the gospel…
can I meet John at the station -
and shake his hand
is it the midnight train…. number 21
will that take me…. to Galilee.

Did you hear the keys – on the piano play
to dancing little pachyderms’
did you hear the trumpets - -
they too – will fade away.

If I reached out………..
would you touch my hand -
would you wave goodbye
would you hold me –
in your heart….

If I reached out.

You and Me

2012-02-25T07:45:00.002-05:00

You confuse me
like a contradiction
with all your broken words
half truths – that barely fill a page
a language.... you’ve discerned.

You make me....believe
then you take it all away
without a moral compass
you’re unsure of your direction
but to you – it’s just a game.

You hold my heart of glass
all those....fragmented pieces
each one a story – from my past
and you forget -
that each broken shard –
is still... a little piece....
of me.

You are a conundrum
a puzzle without a whole
no edges to define - and
I’m sorry –
but you’re incomplete.

You are a friend – family
part of this domain
you are indeed...just you
with a little part – insane.

You see – I know who you are
and you.... well – you know me.

So know more games
no partial truths
no this.... or that...
just honesty between -

You.... and Me.

Sour Love

2012-02-13T07:37:00.000-05:00

I didn’t know
how to fall out of bed
everything she said
made my eyes drift away.

And I felt like a folded paper
that was read too many times
creased with all these edges
smudged....
with nothing left to say.

Now she tastes like sour love
red lips of wine and vinegar
poured.... into our bed of salt
she blames me
so she doesn’t have to blame herself.

I didn’t know
how to fall out of bed
everything she said
made my eyes drift away.

And I felt like a folded paper
that couldn’t -
fly away.

Still Just Me

2012-02-09T07:05:00.001-05:00

My best days are when your name
is tasted on my lips. But when I call
to you, and sense the feeling of your dread,
what am I to say –
when my lungs collapse
and all the air.... has left.

But now I’m full of doubt
and everything I felt
is draining..... fast away -
but if I could reach across the street
you’d see.... that it’s still -
just me.