Essencia

(Inability to describe the indescribable).

Whenever birds fall silent in a troubled twilight
or that fleeting moment before the millisecond of a sneeze,
in the waking blink before we lose a dream
and the confusion as we cry whilst smiling,
then the thought of food be food enough for thought
our deafening lives are numbed by newly fallen snow
it is special.

© Graham Sherwood 2/2012

Muse

(An observation on the sexualization of the young).

Almost sated
I wash my hands of you
like Pilate.
And with one eye on dessert
the other, your naked back
I’m thinking
“this one could spell trouble”.
Your adolescent guardians
innocence and inexperience
lead you from my sight,
but not before
through jet wet hair,
and the flicker of a smile
you silently answer,
“but trouble can be fun”.

© Graham Sherwood 2/2012