Time made us Strangers

Time made us Strangers
by Nina Spink

I let go of your hand
You got lost in the crowd

You stayed behind
I needed to fly

Always on the horizon
Silhouetted against my sky

Never far from my thoughts
Time passing us by

We no longer talk,
Don’t speak the same language

We’re from different worlds
Nothing left to salvage

Time made us strangers

Nothing Left

Nothing Left
by Nina Spink

The face is familiar
Yet the eyes do not see,
The ears do not hear,
The mouth spits pain

There is no sun, No warmth
Not even dappled shade
unfeeling wasteland
A cold embrace

Stretching out endlessly
a future without hope
As relentlessly
The clock ticks on.


by Nina Spink


I watched you cross the room
with purpose, dimmed the light.
You pulled me in your arms
and took me, there, that night.

Confused and dazed you left me
My heart screeched out in pain
I knew then that I’d loved you
But would hold you not again.


Where am I?

Where am I?

By Nina

I’ve travelled far though never left my room
to far off lands of hope and doom

Where monsters thrive and demons dwell
Where Heaven exists alongside Hell

A universe of kings and queens
A world of nightmares and of dreams

Where the sea is red and the sun is white
Where there is no day and there’s only night

One minute, sailing on oceans wide
Next, swooping wings on which I glide

Fearlessly, I’m a warrior brave
from evil tyrants damsels save

Phobia’s faced and put to rest
I deftly complete every quest

Virtual stars of the silver screen
There’s no one thing I haven’t been

Half man, half beast, good or bad
A super hero, sane or mad

And yet in the blinking of an eye
Lose concentration and I die

A mind within a game or a game within a mind
To relive, click ENTER – another life designed

Where am I? I can be anywhere

November 2009

The Photograph

The Photograph
By Nina Spink

I remember that day
The day you went away
that twinkle in your eye
and I promised myself I wouldn’t cry

Well I kept my promise
of a sort

I smiled and waved farewell
You nodded back
I was sad … you could tell
You put your hat on back to front to make me laugh
That’s when I took this photograph

I didn’t want you to go
not just then
Just a few more hours
until you had to leave
But it wasn’t to be
And you held me close and kissed me
On the forehead, like a small child

I choked back the tears as the door closed
and I wandered aimlessly for the next hour or so
I couldn’t sleep
Until it was time for me to go
to catch my plane
back to the same old same

This picture holds but an image
A moment way back in my past
And though in years the photograph may wear and fade
My memory of that time will last.

The Unwanted Visitor

The Unwanted Visitor

by Nina Spink

Through open window seeps poison mist
Snakes invidious from oppressive skies
bleeds over flesh, it exists to creep
to claim its victim as a prize

Life’s stench, born out on trembling lips
Probing finger rips the lies
Dark winged assassin watches
Stands witness to the soul’s demise

Tortured whispers hang on tainted air
pleading with each laboured breath
Uninvited, it brings despair
This visit from The Silent Death

Wretch’d body ravaged by cares of time
bloodshot orbs from sunken sockets stare
battle scarred, offering no resistance
Exposed, decomposed, in full glare

Blood crimson beads of perspiration
freeze in droplets upon the brow
agony contorts once fine features
barely recognizable now

Then burning fevers rage within
all but dead, feint rasping sighs
crazed mind betrays tormented soul
fear screams behind dimmed lifeless eyes

Departing, unannounced as whence it came
The visitor with scant regard
Not this time, is the payment due …. but
Death leaves behind its calling card

Before the Rain

Before the Rain
by Nina Spink

Have you ever felt that silence
Just before the rain starts to fall
The changing light in the heavens
A bruised blanket spreads over all

There’s a sense of quiet foreboding
Hushed echoes deep in prayer
A halting breath in time and space
Nature’s heartbeat pulses the air

Darkening skies a backdrop to
Intense light each shape outlined
In a saturation razor sharp
A vibrancy unreal defined

The sudden chill that fills the void
Left by the departing sun
Rustling whispers through the leaves
Give fore-warning of what’s to come

First softly, then with heavy drops
The cracked, parched ground to sate
Releasing its earthy scent
When rain and soil do meet



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