Sunday, October 14, 2018

a page

In the grand scheme of things, are we each just a page?




image from pixabay




a page


when all is done and said
and laid to rest

the leaves of the albums
thumbed
smudged and closed
and the tears had run dry

and there are no more
comforting words
and extended hands

then

the universe moist its fingers
and silently turns
a page


30/08/2008
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“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.”

Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness






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Sunday, October 07, 2018

owl

Something from my NaPoWriMo archives. Yes, yes, no eyeballs.



photo by TBIT at pixabay



owl



like clockwork
the gastric pains
wake me up
again
and i don't even
look at the time
anymore
but i guess 2:59 a.m.
is quite close.

i look
for that little packet
of white pills,
make my way to
the kitchen
for some self medication.
then i stand at the window
talking to the night
convinced that
in my past life
i was an owl
or a shark.


27/04/2009
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Jethro Tull - Weathercock





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Sunday, September 30, 2018

freeze frame

Some moments they tag along with you in your memories, and sometimes tug gently at your heart...


photo by Anemone123 at pixabay



freeze frame



when is a second an eternity?
and the pain a freeze frame?
the heart bleeds
                   razor blades
the lights of the city
hides their faces and fades
i
see this frame
over and over again
so many years
she sits here on the floor
the cold ceramic tiles
shadows cross every room
she has been brave
she is brave
but now her tears
big as pearls
rolling down
          down
her quivering cheeks
of the thousands of people
at the hospital that day
she asks
WHY MUST IT HAVE TO BE ME?!

and then
there are no more shadows in the rooms
as the darkness
creeps in
and
devours us.


28/09/2018
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The Strawbs - The Flower and the Young Man





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Friday, September 21, 2018

the wind will sweep me by your side

sometimes i look up at the stars to search for you, but there are the street lights and those lights shade into darkness, and i can't see pass that black hole in my heart.



photo by Vlynn at pixabay



the wind will sweep me by your side



soon i will be but ashes
the wind will sweep me by your side.
through the distances, the ages
and our date no darkness can hide.

the gears of time will turn
the tears have since long dried.
galaxies will collide and burn
the wind will sweep me by your side

i wander from sea to steppes
where new stars will born and die
when light years are mere steps
the wind will sweep me by your side

the wind will sweep me by your side.
the wind will sweep me by your side.



06/07/2015
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winters

twenty four years, another winter.
i touch her photograph again.

--dsnake1



龔玥---明月千里寄相思




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Sunday, September 16, 2018

apocalypse

inflated egos and nuclear codes...


photo by MabelAmber at pixabay




apocalypse


in the time when the stars fell on us
and two suns shone in the morning
and after that perpectual dusk followed
and black rain fell, sticky, smelling of metal

in the time that locusts ruled the skies
in clouds larger than bomber squadrons
and the rats and snakes fled in fear
from their burrows
and the crows flapped tired wings
resigned to surrender

in the time that boils and sores
and skin peeled off like wet parchment
and scorched lungs hungered for air
and hair dropped off like dried weeds

i look for you
in the fallen ruins
screaming your name
crawling over rubble
on bleeding limbs
as smoke & flames rise

like burning offerings to the dead


29/01/2007
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Do we still remember this song then? - Pink Floyd, Two Suns in the Sunset





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Sunday, September 09, 2018

dragon

Imagine one dark night in a medieval English village, a strange, unidentified object hovers in the sky...



photo by kellepics at pixabay


dragon



                   We draw our longbows waiting
                 for the beast to come. But the
               dragon just hangs there in the
             air, above the poplars, exhaling
           fire. Its scales of metal glisten in the last of
         dusk's light, its two fiery eyes
       glowing red with anger and alarm.
     Our horses are nervous, stamping
   their hoofs, the village hounds
   run around in circles, barking.
     The braver of the villagers stand
       watching the rings of smoke and dust
         through the trees, some with swords
           and staffs. The beast seems to be wounded, swaying
             in the air, but soon it steadies
               itself, flies around the village in
                 a wide circle, and climbs back into
                   the clouds. Fear grip our hearts.






We could have caught a dragon today.



written : 02/07/2014
revised : 05/09/2018
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Uriah Heep - Tales





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Sunday, September 02, 2018

sparrow

Another one from the NaPoWriMo archives. I think this one is worth sharing again.


photo by bluekdesign at morguefile.com



sparrow


the schoolgirl
hopped onto the bus
like a sparrow,
chirpy, full of energy
her ponytail swinging.
she was maybe
all of six years old
she took the seat
in front of me
smiling
looking at the
blue morning sky
and then she said

it's a beautiful morning

and me
cynical, angry
two days worth of stubble
needed a six year old kid
to make me see
the sunlight.



written : 26/04/2009
revised : 26/03/2016






"There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.”

― Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems, 1956-1968






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