Jealousy wears a wrist watch

by Adam Parry

 

One

 

Jealousy wears a wrist-watch

Always sheltering from the rain

Watching all the trains roll by

But never getting on.

 

Two

Beauty carries a switch blade

And doesn’t care at all, all

disguises perfect and

she slips away unseen.

 

Three

Joy wears a fresh new smile,

playing in the rain, has only time for

Simple things, and greets the day as friends

she drives and takes them in her car dry out of the rain.

 

Four

Time carries a tuning-fork

To tinker with pianos he loves,

he’ll meet

along the way.

 

 

Five

Love has a head full of song.

Love gizz it laldy and all her

audiences cheer, but sings on when she’s

not onstage as she walks alone in her dreams.

 

Six

Hate doesn’t need a smile,

or switch-blades, doesn’t need to deceive,

only Love sang songs to hate and hate ran away

 hides now in his hate-filled cave.

 

 

 

July 27^th.  By Adam Parry

 

“Colour in my heart,” the lion cried

from the dot to dot picture I had made.

“Make me look serene yet ferocious

that I may seem to clutch brightness

with my golden stare,

make my land a Kaleidoscope, as you

touch colour to the savannah and sun where I belong.”

 

I took some blue and gold and dew

 coloured in the lions land

put texture and tricks of the light

the pencil drew out of me.

As if meditating over the surprises of time

as I inspect the sun.

I display the light upon the lion’s mane.

Unthought-of, in a thoughtless moment,

the lion on the paper

roared with pleasure at the land I had made for him.

 

 

MY LOVE  ( for Lara ) by Adam L Parry.

 

 

My love turned into a lesson in the

singing sunshine.

Could I ascend to star of the day?

Out beyond the star ripped black

and play on light strings, bending time.

Hearing someone play on strings far away,

far away denting into the new light.

Descending beyond the star ripped storm.

On Saturdays my love returns and plays violin

Out into the winter’s day.

She smiles by Adam Parry

She smiles with only half her face

the stars eclipse the other side

she waits for morning

for the sun to revive

brighten her downcast eyes

eyes that mainly look away

hidden by the blackness of her hair

dew diamonds there as if

she has waited up all night

she smiles as she stares away

from others faces

yours and mine

yet I never knew her smile was in her tears

and in her voice and behind the eclipse of stars.