Robert James Berry


UNSEEN

When the wind and shadows smelled of dying flowers

When the roar of fireworks

and the heat died down

   
Age old monsters swam the waters

And I Wrapped in night

As not to be seen by the street

Stood under my silhouette long and thin

        The eyes behind me


        A slice of glare

Touching the sea and the great lake

The world drenched in silence.

THE WORK

Day dips her eyelashes shelters for sorrow

Pressing her hand upon my shoulder

She unbuttons my skin



Outside

rain

Like kind syllables for the silent



and here inside,

The candles smoke conundrums

Shadow is sibilant

Muddy with rumour


My fingers

Cannot stay quiet

Poetry