"Something for me?"
"How kind"
Unwraps it
False smile
Sweet deceit
Muttered aside
To partner later
"I hope it has a gift receipt."
©cih15, 22:05, 16.12.15
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.
Failed Deathwish
Up to my ears
In blood red water
Dy(e)ing
My hair
The nearest I'll get
To ritual slaughter
©cih15, 19:09, 15.12.15
In blood red water
Dy(e)ing
My hair
The nearest I'll get
To ritual slaughter
©cih15, 19:09, 15.12.15
Figure hugging
I have my mother’s figure
And I wish she’d take it back
Because under my matronly body
Extra weight, extra wrinkles - extra slack
Is my missing younger body
And I’d really like it back
But not enough to stop the chocolate
Not enough to exercise more
Not enough to start jogging, start yoga
Or find some exercise that isn’t a chore
©cih, 13:39, 08.12.15
And I wish she’d take it back
Because under my matronly body
Extra weight, extra wrinkles - extra slack
Is my missing younger body
And I’d really like it back
But not enough to stop the chocolate
Not enough to exercise more
Not enough to start jogging, start yoga
Or find some exercise that isn’t a chore
©cih, 13:39, 08.12.15
Charity begins at...
'Look at me, look at me, I'm perfect for you!'
A top on a rail tries hard to attract me
From the rail to the floor it throws itself
I pause, pick it up, and smooth the thread
But today I don't want any vintage clothing
And I know where it is that I'm going to head
Round this room there are names that are calling me
Sorted alphabetically, in their genres, they shout
Jammed together on the charity shop bookshelf
They're all desperately begging to be let out
©cih15, 22:25, 30.11.15
A top on a rail tries hard to attract me
From the rail to the floor it throws itself
I pause, pick it up, and smooth the thread
But today I don't want any vintage clothing
And I know where it is that I'm going to head
Round this room there are names that are calling me
Sorted alphabetically, in their genres, they shout
Jammed together on the charity shop bookshelf
They're all desperately begging to be let out
©cih15, 22:25, 30.11.15
Guess Who?
I think I've seen your face before
Ok Cupid? Plenty of Fish?
One of the many - I can't be sure
As I look at your picture
It occurs to me you
May be playing "Guess Who?"
Too
©cih15, 21:16, 29.11.15
Ok Cupid? Plenty of Fish?
One of the many - I can't be sure
As I look at your picture
It occurs to me you
May be playing "Guess Who?"
Too
©cih15, 21:16, 29.11.15
Strictly Dr Who
Doesn't every female long to be whisked away
By a man in a blue police box
and explore galaxies
I see no contradiction
with a once in a blue moon
desire to wear heels and a dress
and dance like the stars
©cih15, 21:23, 28.11.15
By a man in a blue police box
and explore galaxies
I see no contradiction
with a once in a blue moon
desire to wear heels and a dress
and dance like the stars
©cih15, 21:23, 28.11.15
Serpent in paradise
"I'll be incommunicado"
He said
"I'm off to a heavenly isle
which hasn't got wifi or mobile
so I'll be out of touch for a while."
There was no reason not to believe him
I carried on with my life
Things weren't too horrendous without him
No arguments, great emotion or strife
Then I saw the weekend paper
Could barely believe my eyes
The announcement of his marriage
and a photo of him and his wife
©cih15, 22:13, 27.11.15
He said
"I'm off to a heavenly isle
which hasn't got wifi or mobile
so I'll be out of touch for a while."
There was no reason not to believe him
I carried on with my life
Things weren't too horrendous without him
No arguments, great emotion or strife
Then I saw the weekend paper
Could barely believe my eyes
The announcement of his marriage
and a photo of him and his wife
©cih15, 22:13, 27.11.15
Good foundation
My make up does sterling duty
Hiding my wrinkles, my spots
Creating a facade of beauty
©cih15, 23:22, 26.11.15
Hiding my wrinkles, my spots
Creating a facade of beauty
©cih15, 23:22, 26.11.15
Status Epilepticus
I was told once that I was brave
Having no choice
Is not bravery
Just acceptance
If you choose to stay
To talk to me, comfort me
When I'm in hospital
Fighting to understand
How my brain and body have let me down again
Then you're the brave one
You could choose
©cih15, 8:27, 26.11.15
Having no choice
Is not bravery
Just acceptance
If you choose to stay
To talk to me, comfort me
When I'm in hospital
Fighting to understand
How my brain and body have let me down again
Then you're the brave one
You could choose
©cih15, 8:27, 26.11.15
Waiting at Elephant and Castle
"The next train may not stop at this station"
Someone needs to be more decisive
The creature of metal?
Nonsentient.
Perhaps just its driver
©cih15, 22:30, 25.11.15
Someone needs to be more decisive
The creature of metal?
Nonsentient.
Perhaps just its driver
©cih15, 22:30, 25.11.15
Switch off
Curled, cocooned in down duvet
Sleep eludes her stressed mind
Fingers tensed on feather pillows
Can't relax
Can't switch off
No undo button for today's mistakes
No ctrl/alt/del to lock out the world
©cih15, 22:27, 24.11.15
Sleep eludes her stressed mind
Fingers tensed on feather pillows
Can't relax
Can't switch off
No undo button for today's mistakes
No ctrl/alt/del to lock out the world
©cih15, 22:27, 24.11.15
Stuck for a present?
The romantic appeal of bedsocks
Is something you should consider wisely
Especially
When your companion's feet
Range in temperature
from cold
to colder
to icy
©cih, 22:37, 23.11.15
Is something you should consider wisely
Especially
When your companion's feet
Range in temperature
from cold
to colder
to icy
©cih, 22:37, 23.11.15
Filling time
Striking gold is not great when you are not a prospector
and it was formerly located in your mouth
©cih15, 22.11.15
and it was formerly located in your mouth
©cih15, 22.11.15
Like
If you do 'tough mudder', run up hills and love cycling
then I know I'm no match for you
While I'm not quite Mrs Blobby
I climb hills, not for fun, but the view
©cih15, 22:26, 21.11.15
then I know I'm no match for you
While I'm not quite Mrs Blobby
I climb hills, not for fun, but the view
©cih15, 22:26, 21.11.15
Martyred by media
Is this how it ends?
The so called civilisation of the West
attacked
Brought to its knees
on a daily drip feed
of media magnified terror tactics
Not so much frightened by fear itself
but by the poisonous portrayal in papers
and chaos on camera
©cih15, 23:20, 20.11.15
The so called civilisation of the West
attacked
Brought to its knees
on a daily drip feed
of media magnified terror tactics
Not so much frightened by fear itself
but by the poisonous portrayal in papers
and chaos on camera
©cih15, 23:20, 20.11.15
Gothica
A new hue
A new you
Instead of Scarlett O'Hara
the belle of the ball
I'm now Morticia Addams
the femme fatal(e)
©cih15, 19.11.15
A new you
Instead of Scarlett O'Hara
the belle of the ball
I'm now Morticia Addams
the femme fatal(e)
©cih15, 19.11.15
All cats are alike in the dark
The reason you didn’t call me by name
In hindsight seems so trite
By never saying anything
You had a 100% chance of getting it right…
©cih15, 13:48, 18.11.15
In hindsight seems so trite
By never saying anything
You had a 100% chance of getting it right…
©cih15, 13:48, 18.11.15
Deceit (2)
Stealthy as a spider
you wrapped my still beating heart in a web of lies
and
devoured it
©cih15, 4:30 a.m, 18.11.15
you wrapped my still beating heart in a web of lies
and
devoured it
©cih15, 4:30 a.m, 18.11.15
Missing...inaction
You implied I was naïve
You told me your lies
I had no reason
Not to believe them
You said you'd a complex life
Snippets you’d let fall
But had you ever planned
To mention your girlfriend
at all?
©cih15, 13:28, 17.11.15
You told me your lies
I had no reason
Not to believe them
You said you'd a complex life
Snippets you’d let fall
But had you ever planned
To mention your girlfriend
at all?
©cih15, 13:28, 17.11.15
Finis
I don't see why I should chase you
We're nothing more than friends
We've both laid out our positions
This is where the story ends
©cih15, 21:44, 16.11.15
We're nothing more than friends
We've both laid out our positions
This is where the story ends
©cih15, 21:44, 16.11.15
Lack of incentive
There is much to be said
for being curled up in bed
with good company,
a dog
and a good book
©cih15, 22:00, 15.11.15
for being curled up in bed
with good company,
a dog
and a good book
©cih15, 22:00, 15.11.15
Superstructure
Folds of flesh anchor my brain
encase it further in its bony frame
lets my imagination roam
©cih15, 13.11.15
encase it further in its bony frame
lets my imagination roam
©cih15, 13.11.15
On a specs life
The benefits of vision are many
Advantages of poor vision, few
But being bat-blind from childhood
The National Health aided my view
The fuzzy world became edged and sharp
After a series of long drawn out tests
A discussion, a wait, and prescription -
and a pair of pale pink NHS specs
©cih15, 22:45, 12.11.15
Advantages of poor vision, few
But being bat-blind from childhood
The National Health aided my view
The fuzzy world became edged and sharp
After a series of long drawn out tests
A discussion, a wait, and prescription -
and a pair of pale pink NHS specs
©cih15, 22:45, 12.11.15
The Pier
Reaching toward infinity
it stretches the bounds of human ingenuity
©cih15, 20:34, 10.11.15
it stretches the bounds of human ingenuity
©cih15, 20:34, 10.11.15
Epilepsy
You carved your name in my flesh
Each scar
Your words
Over again
A faultline
A failure
My memories
Gone
Fractured by fuses
In a brain
Wired wrong
©cih15, 16:14, 09.11.15
Each scar
Your words
Over again
A faultline
A failure
My memories
Gone
Fractured by fuses
In a brain
Wired wrong
©cih15, 16:14, 09.11.15
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori*
Children in uniform shuffle and talk
The solemnity of the occasion
marred by the squawk
of somebody's headphones
a girl in a hurry
paying no attention
to the once a year ceremony
The remembrance of people, of heroes
mothers, fathers and lovers
Killed, maimed in mind or body
Doing their bit for others
The two minute silence ends with bugle song
Then "we will remember them."
- but for how long?
©cih15, 08.11.15
*with thanks/apologies to Horace/Wilfred Owen
The solemnity of the occasion
marred by the squawk
of somebody's headphones
a girl in a hurry
paying no attention
to the once a year ceremony
The remembrance of people, of heroes
mothers, fathers and lovers
Killed, maimed in mind or body
Doing their bit for others
The two minute silence ends with bugle song
Then "we will remember them."
- but for how long?
©cih15, 08.11.15
*with thanks/apologies to Horace/Wilfred Owen
Remembrance Day
Too many men and women
Remembered by too few
A grey British market square
Populated by poppy wearers
Paying their dues
©cih15, 22:55, 07.11.15
Remembered by too few
A grey British market square
Populated by poppy wearers
Paying their dues
©cih15, 22:55, 07.11.15
Age before Beauty
Acne ridden
Hormone driven -
like an adolescent
Body sagging
Brain is dragging
Skin is prepubescent
©cih15, 13:52, 06.11.15
Hormone driven -
like an adolescent
Body sagging
Brain is dragging
Skin is prepubescent
©cih15, 13:52, 06.11.15
Firework Night
Red flash, blue light
Murmured oohs and ahs
The roar, the yell
The bang, the smell
Ambulance reaches crashed cars
©cih15, 23:37, 05.11.15
Murmured oohs and ahs
The roar, the yell
The bang, the smell
Ambulance reaches crashed cars
©cih15, 23:37, 05.11.15
Truth in advertising
Your advert was misleading
The words half truths and lies
And although I was happy reading
I was naïve and raw
My eyes
Focussed on what I wanted
Seeing things that you did not say
And although you asked for a girlfriend
You just wanted to get laid
©cih15, 16:44, 04.11.15
The words half truths and lies
And although I was happy reading
I was naïve and raw
My eyes
Focussed on what I wanted
Seeing things that you did not say
And although you asked for a girlfriend
You just wanted to get laid
©cih15, 16:44, 04.11.15
The incredible (in)visible woman
Weighed down by belongings
Trying to hold on to memory -
But books, souvenirs, postcards
Tell a past I barely recall
If I wasn't depicted, observable
In photos on my phone,
In my room, around me
I'd swear I'd never existed at all
©cih15, 23:01, 03.11.15
Trying to hold on to memory -
But books, souvenirs, postcards
Tell a past I barely recall
If I wasn't depicted, observable
In photos on my phone,
In my room, around me
I'd swear I'd never existed at all
©cih15, 23:01, 03.11.15
Jackdaws
Scattering
Chattering
Nest of wood and sticks
Complaining
Exclaiming
At the shininess:
"'Ello darlin'!"
©cih15, 18:48, 01.11.15
Chattering
Nest of wood and sticks
Complaining
Exclaiming
At the shininess:
"'Ello darlin'!"
©cih15, 18:48, 01.11.15
NaNoWriMo - an explanation
NaNoWriMo is the abbreviation for National Novel Writing Month. I have tried twice, failed twice. Learnt from my mistakes. Which is why I am doing NaPoWriMo. I'm not even sure if this is an actual thing. Will have a look online later. Basically I am writing a poem on this blog every day throughout November. Wish me luck.
©cih15, November 2015
©cih15, November 2015
Caveat Emptor
You knew what I was after
It was there in black and white
In Arial, I'd typed
My longings and desires
How did I mislead you
I was open, raw, facadeless
Told the truth, regardless
And watched you walk away
©cih15, 27.10.15
It was there in black and white
In Arial, I'd typed
My longings and desires
How did I mislead you
I was open, raw, facadeless
Told the truth, regardless
And watched you walk away
©cih15, 27.10.15
Acting on impulse
"If a man you've never met before suddenly gives you flowers..."
He's probably a stalker
©cih15, 25.10.15
He's probably a stalker
©cih15, 25.10.15
Swoon
Feverish anticipation
Eyes meet
A smile
A look
A sigh
Dentist says
"Now open wide..."
©cih15, 24.10.15
Eyes meet
A smile
A look
A sigh
Dentist says
"Now open wide..."
©cih15, 24.10.15
Endpeace
Now I know you don't want me
I've regained my clarity
and your faults that I rose-tinted
Revealed for all to see
©cih15, 23.10.15
I've regained my clarity
and your faults that I rose-tinted
Revealed for all to see
©cih15, 23.10.15
Rearguard
The size of my bottom
Has always been a problem
But I fear it's increasing in size
When I go out on dates
With foolish hopes raised
To be dashed by polite little lies:
"I think that you're lovely..."
(They whisper it)
"but..."
or "You're interesting..."
"...but...but..."
Yet their muttered excuses
Compliments, "buts", and ruses
Work together as a perfect disguise
©cih15, 4:51a.m, 22.10.15
Has always been a problem
But I fear it's increasing in size
When I go out on dates
With foolish hopes raised
To be dashed by polite little lies:
"I think that you're lovely..."
(They whisper it)
"but..."
or "You're interesting..."
"...but...but..."
Yet their muttered excuses
Compliments, "buts", and ruses
Work together as a perfect disguise
©cih15, 4:51a.m, 22.10.15
Brush with fate
I could love you, if you'd let me
But my words
Moth-fragile
Smash against the lightbulb of your talent
& your self-contained heart
Wounded
Grounded
You don't notice as I fall
©cih15, 4:51a.m, 22.10.15
But my words
Moth-fragile
Smash against the lightbulb of your talent
& your self-contained heart
Wounded
Grounded
You don't notice as I fall
©cih15, 4:51a.m, 22.10.15
Similar but different
You've heard of Foucault's Pendulum
Showing earth's rotation
I think I'm Foucault's yoyo
Showing sarcasm and emotion
©cih15, 20.10.15
Showing earth's rotation
I think I'm Foucault's yoyo
Showing sarcasm and emotion
©cih15, 20.10.15
Back to the future
Hidden smile
Memory clouded
By detritus of years
A frozen moment -
Image - pinsharp, clears
Then dims, fades, stumbles
Thought process fumbles
The fogcloud reappears
©cih15, 5:05 a.m, 18.05.15
Memory clouded
By detritus of years
A frozen moment -
Image - pinsharp, clears
Then dims, fades, stumbles
Thought process fumbles
The fogcloud reappears
©cih15, 5:05 a.m, 18.05.15
Beauty doctrine
Years of diet tips and makeup ads
Undone in a single man's phrase:
"You're gorgeous"
©cih15, 17.05.15
Undone in a single man's phrase:
"You're gorgeous"
©cih15, 17.05.15
Insecurity
Mockery, derision, insult
Your skin is paper thin
Knife-words cut you,
Scar you
Don't let the bullies win.
©cih, 09.09.15, 22:32
Your skin is paper thin
Knife-words cut you,
Scar you
Don't let the bullies win.
©cih, 09.09.15, 22:32
Trust
Trust is a difficult commodity
They tend not to sell it in shops
Once broken it is hard to repair it
Irreplaceable, once lost
©cih15, 08.09.15, 22:38
They tend not to sell it in shops
Once broken it is hard to repair it
Irreplaceable, once lost
©cih15, 08.09.15, 22:38
Gonna make you sweat
Eyes meet
Shared smile
A sigh
Groan
Clenched buttocks
Muscles jerk
Then
The heavier weight
The faster speed
Who said the gym was hard work?
©cih15, 23.08.15
Shared smile
A sigh
Groan
Clenched buttocks
Muscles jerk
Then
The heavier weight
The faster speed
Who said the gym was hard work?
©cih15, 23.08.15
Astronauts
Spacemen
Each in our own
Hermetically sealed bubble
We move
We roam
Texting
Emailing
iPad
iPhone
Constantly in contact
Permanently alone
Each in our own
Hermetically sealed bubble
We move
We roam
Texting
Emailing
iPad
iPhone
Constantly in contact
Permanently alone
©cih15, 22.08.15
The Hurdles of Online Dating
If I lower my standards any further, I'll trip over them
©cih15, 22.08.15
Ice Factor
Arctic chill lashes out
Rips through clothing
Makes her cough
She struggles onward
Fingers outstretched...
...turns the air conditioning off
©cih11, 25.02.11
Rips through clothing
Makes her cough
She struggles onward
Fingers outstretched...
...turns the air conditioning off
©cih11, 25.02.11
King of the Castle
Shut out from what it is that you’re thinking
You're barricaded behind stone walls and set mind
I don’t know if it’s worth forcing my way in
To discover there’s nothing to find
©cih07, 08.08.07
You're barricaded behind stone walls and set mind
I don’t know if it’s worth forcing my way in
To discover there’s nothing to find
©cih07, 08.08.07
Phlebotomy - a love song
Purple roses bloom
Each time your thorns stab and prick my arm
and still no crimson
to fill your vial
In making me well you cause me more harm
Each time your thorns stab and prick my arm
and still no crimson
to fill your vial
In making me well you cause me more harm
©14.06.15
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