i’ll strum it out
for you,
if mind stays open
to my out of
tune,
deaf moon don’t
mind but if
you do..
i’ll thumb a bit
softer to
ease
the
onslaught on your
pin drop,
not too proud
to please,
flawless to
a fault,
the heart only
your shot
stops..
line after line to
cross your
fears,
each note, for
naught.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygo
image – https://www.udiscovermusic.com/stories/the-greatest-jazz-guitar-albums
circling
gulls,
oily sheets churning
sleeping beasts
beneath,
while breath
of winter
dusts my teeth
with relief,
those boisterous
birds become
dots..
free of shore’s
sharp cliff
staring,
and with their brisk
departure the
cold snaps
me back into my
brittle bones
for just..
long enough
to get my
bearings.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygo
image at – https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=8cWAM8t-bEw
helping someone help
me when i don’t
need the
bother..
grounding the storm so
it won’t knock
out..
row of swaying
poles,
nor the signal
tower,
my lifeline leads
out to sea..
but i’ll still reach you
if only through
the wires.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygo
image by Pete Ryan at – https://fineartamerica.com/featured/a-telephone-pole-at-sunset-pete-ryan.html
gif at – https://giphy.com/explore/cup-phone
i picture you with
no backdrop,
the absence i can’t
wrap my
dreams around,
are you resting deep
in silk nest with
all guards
down?
or rubbing your
arms together
to make
heat..
as lone menu
at table
in..
a moldy old
town?
i think you’re right
where you
wish to
be..
hard to pin
down.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorm
*inspired by photo above.
image is one of a series from Eliana Marinari at – http://www.fubiz.net/en/2019/04/22/surreal-blurred-portraits-between-painting-and-photography-2/
mama duck’s a
wise old
owl,
she knows her
way around
this muddy
puddle,
and it’s a pity that
dear duckling
won’t ever
see his
own
waddle,
seems daylight’s
about to
quit,
and daddy duck’s
the fool who
wasted..
all those fun splashes
in pond like
a puddle.
while alone in his
tear shaped
bubble.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorm
image at – http://fowlersclassnews.weebly.com/
an inch of ice between
the sea and
my feet,
surface so slight
its veins
are..
spreading through
misty frost
into
nowhere but
down to
plunge,
but i can’t swim yet,
it’s been less
than..
an hour since
our heavy
lunch.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorm
*poem loosely inspired by the Frightened Rabbit song “Floating in the Fourth”. Lead singer, Scott Hutchinson committed suicide in 2018 after a very candid history of depression. The cover above was part of a tribute album dedicated to the memory of Scott and his vulnerable and wry musical voice. It’s not all honey and rainbows, so i won’t pretend it’s so.
image at – https://www.deviantart.com/x-ample/art/Walking-On-Thin-Ice-15883318
white skies over
a grey mist
mind
with little but wall’s
crumbling brick
to crouch
behind,
a stone breath
chalks the
tongue,
under grey skies,
white rinses
eyes of
gravel by the
tonne.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygo
image at – https://www.treatlyme.net/guide/brain-fog-lyme-disease
gif at – https://artinthesanctuary.com/2016/03/21/gravel-in-my-mouth/
three birds in
the branches
yes, three frozen
black statues
posed to keep tips
of fiberglass
feathers
from
cracking,
to keep the restless
joints within
wings
from their fits
of reckless
flapping.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygo
*photograph taken yesterday after 3 more had flown off.
bored of the solitary
chess match,
missing the challenge
posed by skilled
playmate
while poking at
logs in..
the fire-pit hoping
one will catch
to flicker,
but my stoke proves
no match for
these..
gripping gusts
of winter,
i’d love to play
our game
again,
i just want to
lose to you
again.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorm
when each day
begins at
night,
it makes for prolonged
and welcome
stretches
of calm
before the
waking world
joins in, before
all freshly
risen
litter the
room
once still
with silence,
my heart caged by
self-reliance,
when each day
begins at
night,
i wince at each
splash of
light,
and at each smile
whiter than
mine.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorm
..and that crack of dusk is wake up call for a few of us.
painting by Benjamin Roberts at – https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/308426274466235721/
