by Anne-Marie Spittle | Mar 31, 2010 | Poetry
The day had come I excited Made the house spick and span For what you ask? He knows all, sees all But it made me more comfortable After all Cleanliness was next to Godliness Wasn’t it? The kettle boiled While the biscuits Sensing my adulation Sat quietly and well...
by Anne-Marie Spittle | Mar 31, 2010 | Poetry
I never noticed the loss Until that fateful day Digging in the dirt of my existence Deep into the core of me Trying to make it though the despair In there Under the dust I found it Looking up at me Large eyes begging for release into the light of a new day But I...
by Anne-Marie Spittle | Apr 15, 2009 | Poetry
When darkness comes And with it the shadows of the dead Do you know? When battles fought fly around my head Do you know? When you speak with an acid tongue And tell me I was wrong Do you know the price we paid In the jungles of Vietnam? No sit there in your easy chair...
by Anne-Marie Spittle | Apr 15, 2009 | Poetry
Dark night Pointless night Shadows swirl like tendrils of a sea beast Pulling at me Hard to breath as they grip me Hand moves Light switch under my fingers One last push against unresponding muscle CLICK! And there is nothing Only the sweaty crumpled bed sheets of the...
by Anne-Marie Spittle | Feb 11, 2009 | Poetry
The blazing sands whistle through the tent threads Calling the names of the dead Calling for a remembrance That has been neglected The papers lie in a pile on the sand covered desk Buried like the dead whose names cover them Hiding from the glare of the publics...
