Reality Shows
Heavy heart drawing lines Times and floating balloons Full of dustFeeling giddy Barriers escorted in chains
Insist on cow-towing Making broken teams
Spun out cars; filling beds with bleeding tearsFears crumble in pillows filled with friendsNever crushed just stirred with a sliceServed on a plate with steam
Just to say it wasn’t for tryingDenying my part Forgetting the apprehensionThe growing tension and disbelief In myself and othersA bad reputationCrashing hopesBad dreams
February 21st 2019Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright
Parked in Silk Smooth white perfect line; I am breathless at tender lightSwaying rhythm as my eyes glance A shimmering glitter of magnificenceA barrage of sensual delightA light shining in the distant but nearby statuesque beautyMy heart spins A flick of a tiny wrist, captivating power of motionClip and clop of pinpoint shoe patter on plate glass illusionEmeralds and diamond finger shaft of lightWarming hearts in each adorable momentA show, an indulgence, a dreamA performance of dressA choreographed meaningful glance Intelligence falling for the baitThe park bench The sky is greyMy heart is heavyThe bank of grass is bright,With life And hollow heart rejoices. April 8th 2015Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2015
