Poem of the Day – Scent Alert

by paturnerlee
60 x 50 oil on hardboard Brighton UK impression finished yesterday PTL painting

60 x 50 oil on hardboard Brighton UK impression finished yesterday PTL painting

Scent Alert
Tickle your fancy man, a whiff of contention

An argument reeling, swinging sling shots at all that are passing,

A return to another life; the one with difficult children

Beaten by proximity

Extremities chilled by gruelling wind

A north facing passion

A little shrivelling

Chilling sea salt smacks on the lips

Turns the inside blue

A vision of, “I am dying”

Cold as blood frozen in hardening artery

Congeals like yesterdays custard

A hard skin to hold in the flow of pain

A stained ripped soul, reverberating with temporary measures.
I go to the party

To stand in the the kitchen

I drink to the lost one; not that I ever found them

They were lost in my loneliness

Depressed so long that it’s normal

A small self, just interested in my own company

Creaking willow bends in the Autumn sunshine

A beauty

A continuum

A reason to wait for some sunshine.

Copyright Patrick Turner-Lee May 1st 2015

3 Comments to “Poem of the Day – Scent Alert”

  1. Really like your Brighton paintings – are they on sale anywhere locally?

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