Sean Bidd

Nomadic & transient tales, with the occasional short piece of chaos.

Lulled moments

Lulled here a rain pauses once more Only a few seconds, then a band of Gusts of wind rifling through their tops Silky-oaks bending between each blast Landfall made upon … Continue reading

February 20, 2015 · 3 Comments

Waiting on the weight

Waiting on the weight, category 5 gale force winds The heavy rain’s just hit town, spindling across rooftops Down along streets, but now it eases, just to hit harder Again, … Continue reading

February 20, 2015 · 2 Comments

The Fictioneer

Fictioneer, inside shadows you show me both Strange and foreign, nightmares and dreams Your words wrap around inside my thoughts While awake reaching inside each turned page Something you paint … Continue reading

February 18, 2015 · 1 Comment

Coastal Gales; Deserted taverns

Wild curly thunders a relentless sea Where desolate dunes roll up asleep Beneath a heavy metal coastal gale A tattooed old deserted tavern groans Beneath the strain in a tempest’s … Continue reading

February 18, 2015 · 6 Comments

Sills and distances

Sitting on a window sill, old boots on a ledge next to him drying Rain tumbling down across an awning out in front before his eyes Rivers rushing inside each … Continue reading

February 18, 2015 · 2 Comments

Oh little lost bird

  Oh little lost bird, you sing in the treetops Waiting in the storm’s gale asĀ  it begins blows Oh little lost bird, you shake all those feathers Listening for … Continue reading

February 12, 2015 · 6 Comments

Where’s home

Where do ye call home, For home will always draw from a deep well, It’ll be there when one needs, When one wants it, To lead one home, To find … Continue reading

January 24, 2015 · 6 Comments

Tailgates and storms

It’s been a quiet night sitting on the tailgate Watching stars disappear between two storms As the road behind us turns to red earth mud We sit here blanket and … Continue reading

January 24, 2015 · Leave a comment

Every week since year now passed

A week which is no longer real Finds one contemplating cost Cost to another, or many perhaps Maybe asked not enough questions For answers to fill in all these Static … Continue reading

January 24, 2015 · 2 Comments

A shallow echo drifting

Here, a year has started inside of change, it feels like turmoil at present, with no assurances, nor trust, but for a shallow echo to what once was something in … Continue reading

January 24, 2015 · 7 Comments

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