The Fork of Ambiguity » Depression http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com Multi-tyned Poems Tue, 13 Jul 2010 07:57:45 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 The Cold Morning Before http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/193 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/193#comments Wed, 02 Sep 2009 09:58:01 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=193 This fine crisply cool late summer morn is wasted,
or rather I am, as it bursts unbidden upon the room.
The squeaky-wheel bird has nested atop my head
and he knows but one single, terrible, treble harmony;
notes played upon the ear and skull, with gusto.

Fine colleagues, do not surround me in sleep, rise;
like the hopes in the strengthened, practised, arm
you showed as we sung evensong until the dawn.
Rise I say; sleep not like the just and righteous man
who bangs, now, heavily upon my shrunken soul.

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/193/feed 0 Happy Happy Sad. Repeat. http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/184 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/184#comments Fri, 06 Mar 2009 11:04:43 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=184 Looking out through my reflection
I hear the pride of the Robin,
chest puffed into the early sun.

Below fevered Sparrows strip-mine
last years leaves into untidy slag.

A weary Gull struts centre stage and
the heavy footed dance begins;
hobnails softened on the heads of worms.

Dark under Rhododendron cover Boris
watches all with a commando crawl,
a black cloud oozing forward as
whiskers whip back the crowds.

A disgusted banging razes all hope;
only still and silent remain whilst
the warm imprint of the hand of God
fades slowly inwards from the sky.

In the bathroom I shave the frown
from my face; lighter now that
I don’t see myself staring back.

Outside, courage tickles away
tightness from bellies as
they lurk outside my world.

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/184/feed 0 The Silence of a Dry Twig http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/178 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/178#comments Thu, 11 Dec 2008 13:06:56 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=178 A dry twig off the old branch
of the long dead oak tree,
that stands alone against
the slow outside curve of the
more than man deep stream.

A dry twig held in two clean
fingers and an everyday thumb
chambers the silence inside,
the prize of the noisy mind
that now pushes skin on wood.

A dry twig cracks its silence out
freezing rustling feet and closing
cheeping beaks; soothing wind,
water and thought into a single
image that stops the clacking clock.

A dry twig severed and emptied
discarded on the muddy bank,
is tidied away to the magpies
nest high in the dead oak tree
where silence rarely falls.

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lawn littered
by fat leg’ed witless oaf –
depression lingers

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/61/feed 0 Chicken of Despair http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/54 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/54#comments Tue, 22 Jan 2008 15:54:48 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/54 Every dawn I romped with the chicken of despair.
Afterwards I would roast it and eat it hot.
The dinner dance often clucked ‘til dusk;
fat with chicken I was a stout but happy fellow.
Now, your diet pills, taken with cold water
(because a fat man must never dance outside)
make me hate even the smell of chickens.
I am not thinner.
Nor am I empty.

I’m a wicker man.
Virgin fear clucking in my belly.
Alight, we could roast together,
but I must let it peck and claw my insides;
eat my cornflakes and cheese sandwiches and smile
(because I know it will want a dance after its tea).
I say I like them and you say I’m better.
I am better.
Better at hiding chicken bones.

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/54/feed 0 Ice Cold http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/47 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/47#comments Wed, 28 Nov 2007 16:45:59 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/47

dark icy river –
suns warm touch wakes
tormented waters

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/47/feed 0 Holding Back http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/44 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/44#comments Wed, 14 Nov 2007 10:30:31 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/44 I do not dream of working naked,
of sporting prowess or having super powers.
Nor do I wake from falling downwards,
from ghoulish monsters or daemonic hatred.
I wish for but one most simple pleasure;
that I might take a walk upon the sands,
bolstered by the cooling onshore breeze,
my dogs running circles against the sea.
My want is but to be as free as them,
to cross my path and speed right on,
instead of tripping in its rutted depth,
cut by dampened chain and morbid anchor.

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unseen force whips last
biscuit coloured leaf away –
empty wrappers burn

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/42/feed 0 Charcoal Grey http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/38 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/38#comments Sun, 28 Oct 2007 10:31:21 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/38 My first car was a hearse.
I expect that it will also be my last.
This continuity, strangely, is comforting.
It has shaded my soul.
Charcoal Grey is
more than a colour swatch option.
So I walk.
To show I am alive, and
to lengthen the journey
between pick up points.

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quickly fill my mind –
oh joyous spoon of sunshine
cloud that harshness out

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