His Canvas

Primed and ready

Ideas unable to see
Beyond his canvas white
Mind's shadows quickly

Turn his canvas grey

An inner light revolts

Sending kaleidoscope waves
Across his canvas

In colours never realized

The foundation for his

Painting is born.

Edwin James

She Turns

Facing the cutting wind

Eyes watering in memories

Her lips concealing a grin

Tangled in realities

She'd rather not endure

Remembering apologies

Laminated in conjecture

Levied by adversaries

Unsettling alliances whisper

Within the relentless wind

Countering reason and closure

Resisting inner sanguine

She turns her back

To the setting sun

Facing her shadow's track

Unwilling to be overrun.

Edwin James

Standing

Knee deep in thoughts

Looking within and without

Breathing older no longer young

Tempting mind's cynicism

Willing to forget but still believe

Fantasizing over what never was

Thrashing over memories

Trapped in time.

Memories searching for answers

From decades long ago

Remaining hardened, unforgiving

Rustling in disenchanted winds

While dreams remain whole

An epitaph not quite ready

Inhaling light and darkness

Knee deep in thoughts. 

Edwin James

His Shadow

Stood just outside

The light where

His legend could not

Be seen or heard

Accolades murmuring

Tributes echoing from

A Scrapbook offstage

Begging for more.

Landscape POV's
Stirring,  unfinished
Expecting closure
Resurrecting canvases
Whispering options
Redefining self-esteem

Giving rise to the Ghost

Behind the Legend.

Edwin James

 

Her Heart 

Held her shadows

Hostage, ambiguous

Daring light's solstice

Whispering promise

Her thoughts drifting

Sensing moon's waning

Light cloaked behind

Clouds seeding rain.

There was never a time

When she didn't believe

When she did not mind

Life's haunting reprieve.

Her darkness whispered

Solitude shouldering no

Blame or censure

Her heart consenting

Never forgetting taking

Those final steps

Against change into

A light without promise.

Edwin James

Thoughts Rushing

Moving past fatal attractions

Bridges too far, closed

Winter's face eroding, siphons

Memories curtailed, disposed

Darkness looming in her heart

Seeking refuge behind shadows

Remaining afloat, moving apart

Tossing aside mind-castles

Never wanting, caring not

Perhaps misjudged, not knowing

Appearing not so distraught

Misguided intentions, far reaching

Mind's quiver fading, unimpressed

Heart's thunder not to be outdone

No longer feeling quite obsessed

While lurking memories hearken.

Edwin James

 

The Air

Cold to his heart

Biting memories prey

Harbouring hellhounds

Lurking begging to stay

Flashbacks hovering

Blocking hope's way

Never really knowing

Turning, looking away

Alone on his boardwalk

Confessions in disarray

Tempting wind's nerve

Escaping beyond the bay

Wintry musings account

When drink went astray

Never caring or accepting

Staggering from day to day

His cohorts willing, nearby

Many having moved away

Wayward spirits ease his pain

Drowning fears wanting to play

Reflections fading out to sea
Never caring for his dismay
Stubborn unmoved by tears 

Unable to change or weigh.


...

Edwin James