CHLOE
(UNPUBLISHED)
When I watch her sleeping
I see sunshine in her cheeks
A peaches and cream complexion
She lies so gentle and innocent
Helpless, completely dependent
I touch her she rubs her face in my hand
Her skin is as soft as silk
Her hair is as soft as eiderdown
I look at her feet never walked on
Her hands have a unique print
Etched carefully into her fingertips, unworked
She's pure, radiating loveliness
Spreading love wherever she goes
She's perfect
She's mine
I love her
By Claire Piwowarski
UNTITLED
(UNPUBLISHED)
It's written in the stars
The meaning of life
What we're doing on this earth
What the future will hold
Where time goes when it's past
What makes the sun burn?
Why the stars are so far away
Yet always look close enough to touch
Why when the world rotates
Do we stand perfectly still?
Do we dream in colour?
Or do black and white dominate our minds
All these questions will be answered
When Armageddon rules
When the universe is destroyed
When darkness conquers all
When nothing is left and forever reigns
When all is gone
For eternity
Forever
By Claire Piwowarski
POETIC MIND GAMES
(TAKEN FROM THE BOOK, "THE STAR LADEN SKY",
EDITED BY MARIAH HOURIHAN)
Once again I start to write,
Poetry based on my life,
The world's just recognised my daily routine,
And tries to cut through it like a knife,
It's blanked my mind of all knowledge,
I have nothing to write but what is,
I have no past, no future,
It dissolved with a plop and a fizz,
Nothing is all I remember,
Amnesia is all I'll obtain for the night,
Tomorrow all will come flooding back,
When I haven't the urge to write,
So for now I'll put pen to paper,
I'll pretend to be a bard,
For tomorrow I'll know what has been and what will,
And writing it down will be hard.
By Claire Piwowarski
A DIARY OF DEATH
(UNPUBLISHED)
I think of what is happening,
and I don't know how to cope,
someone I love is dying,
because he smoked a little dope.
His eyes have gone all bloodshot,
And he doesn't acknowledge I'm there,
I stay and hold his hand everyday,
Run my fingers through his hair.
I think of what has happened,
And I don't know how to cope,
I look at a lifeless body,
On his neck a burn from a rope,
His lips are pale and parted,
His eyes are tightly shut,
I wonder what could have driven him to this?
He's cold from head to foot.
I think of what is happening,
And I don't know how to cope,
He's lying in a coffin,
Now there's certainly no hope,
If he'd understood the danger,
He'd be alive now,
I place a red rose on his chest,
And wish he'd survived somehow.
By Claire Piwowarski
MILLENNIUM
(Unpublished)
Once again the world has turned
Another year gone by
Only this one has a special theme
To light the midnight sky
The millennium brings an all New World
The future in a flash
It also brings an assortment of fears
Like the great computer crash
On the catwalk space age
Seems to be the theme
In this minimalist world
A decorators dream
Religious cults predictions
That the end of the world is nigh
We hope are all just crazy talk
From other times gone by
To me it's just another year
Another midnight celebration
With fireworks and streamers
To spend with your relations
Will the world change to be
What has been predicted?
Only time will tell the truth
Will they be contradicted?
By Claire Piwowarski
LIFE'S DOUBTS
(TAKEN FROM THE BOOK, "AS I WAS SAYING",
EDITED BY RUTH BYARS)
Lying awake in bed at night,
Staring at the ceiling,
The darkness closes in on me,
I have the strangest feeling,
My head spins as I turn to my side,
I feel nauseous and not all there,
My room is going round and round,
But I don't have a care,
What purpose do we have in life,
It's confusing different every time,
I feel like I'm being punished,
For a non-existing crime,
To me life is meaningless,
Just another hell,
Nothing good ever happens to me,
Yet I've always a story to tell,
Of sentences given with no evidence,
No one bothers to look behind the scenes,
They take everything for face value,
For what it says not what it means,
Life has been so unfair to me,
And to many others the same,
There are times I wish for vengeance,
For someone to end this game,
'Cause I'm fed up of playing,
Of following the rules,
I want to go on to better things,
Instead of sailing the same emotional pools,
But for now I have no choice,
He who won before will win again,
But the winning streak won't last forever,
Only until I'm infinitely sane.
Claire Piwowarski
MISERY MAN
(UNPUBLISHED)
I'm walking down the street one day,
Happy as can be,
When I come across a lonesome man,
Resting on one knee,
I ask him what's the matter,
And he looks into my eyes,
His mud-stained face cries for help,
Its features old yet wise,
He reaches out for my hand,
His hands are old and worn,
And as I take it helpfully,
I see his clothes are torn,
His bristly beard brushes my skin,
And his paper bag hits the floor,
The smell of alcohol fills the air,
And I won't help him anymore,
I let go of his hand and walk away,
Angry that I cared,
And he shouted at me for spare change,
And the peak of my anger flared,
For the reality was hidden from me,
In an old and unhappy face,
For the innocent to stumble upon,
The truth in his embrace.
Claire Piwowarski
