Paul Tristram- Three Poems

Pretty Nice

We were out driving today
when my three year old daughter
turned to me and said,
“Look at the sky daddy,
it’s all pink and pretty nice!”
Ah, thank you, you wonderful little girl
for showing me this
and for lifting the lid
off my solitary depression.
Yes, the sky was pretty nice
but not as pretty nice
as you.

© Paul Tristram 2004

Published in The Yellow Crane, Number 25, Autumn 2004

It Can’t be Avoided

Play no drunken games,
speak not when spoken to,
dissolve interest into nothingness.
Take control and hold it,
face the other way,
dim all surfaces
so no reflection escapes.
Still transparent
I feel it all,
the burn of shame,
the hell of accusation.
As together we go
our separate ways
into more of the same.
Searching always searching
but arriving again
exactly where we started.

© Paul Tristram 2006

Published in Poetry Cornwall, Number Sixteen, Summer 2006

It’s A Night Thing

The spectral mist
is tangoing with the trees
upon a carpet of grass,
the grass lays backwards
upon itself
refusing to even consider
that anything
as beautiful as the sun
can ever exist.

© Paul Tristram 2006

Published in Reach, Issue 103, May 2006



Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and sketches published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.