A Poem by Brenton Booth

For Her

 

This is not a poem

it’s a seahorse

       a mountain

       a stone tablet screaming

this is not a poem

it’s a cigarette butt

       a barking poodle

       a flag at half mast

this is not a poem

it’s a rainbow

       a Sunday afternoon

       a resurrecting needle

this is not a poem

it’s a white shirt

       a dancing caterpillar

       a careful whisper

this is not a poem

it’s a summer day

       a rubber tyre

       a frozen memory

this is not a poem

it’s just a succession  

of words before I say:

I’m sorry.

 

 

 

Brenton Booth lives in Sydney, Australia. Poetry and fiction of his has appeared in many small press publications including Van Gogh's Ear, Scissors and Spackle, Thunder Sandwich, Luciferous, 3:AM Magazine, Regardless of Authority, Dogzplot, The Kitchen Poet, Gutter Eloquence, The Stray Branch, Black Listed Magazine and Storm Cycle.