my poem is nameless.

Mesmerising sunsets frying my thoughts
Orange hues causing Monday blues
Contemplating life with thoughts of loss
Clouded by pain as Sunsets wax and wane

gavin dormehl

lost in the forest.

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind

as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.

- Pablo Neruda

i think it's time to go.

sometimes life passes you by like towns on a highway. but there are moments. moments that are imprinted in your memory. moments that will last forever. no matter how fleeting. they are moments of the soul. where everything comes together to create a beautiful harmony. singing songs around the fire. hot cross bums. camping in the rain. wobies: warm old brown sherry. write a note. put it in a grolsch bottle and throw it into the ocean. i'm doing cartwheels. you're doing handstands. a cave in the mountain perfect for sharades. crayfish in lemon garlic butter. gem squash stuffed with sweetcorn, coriander and cheese. fire popcorn. a bath without a plug. tea or coffee? never ever. have i ever. say yes. collect shells on the beach. drive topless. dance under the stars while they are dancing.