wrap me in strange arms
not sinew’s calm unity of muscle to bone
but like before when molten flesh
was writhing, malleable, lasting –
not like now with intangible flame
shot from an archer’s crossbow –
with quick precision
writhe with me in twisting turns,
not rolling ambiguity’s speech of tongues,
but like before when deception unraveled
to suffocate me with a slithering hiss –
do not place your wreath
in the space where the cobra stabs
with quick precision
‘Miss me not ‘til I have died, then always remember me…’
In the early glow of dawn, silence rolls on the bosom of heavy clouds – solemn doves in a new formation accompany sunrise, hearing the sound of an abundance of rain.
Above tumulus soil, peace remains a warm blanket for all who were lost there since death is an aching cold, and mired in these fatigued and embattled lands; lands where life spilled into dying, and courage became mulch to the seeds that were sown. Acres of crimson mist undulate to waft forever in cool breezes; its pitch black eyes peer though the ruddy murk, we feel the pulse of its stoic heart, and, we are touched by the dew atop each poppy’s blade. All are there to remind us still, and without words often drowned by time.
Raindrops sheet in silver threads to lace our silent tears. And, as the flight of doves let loose like windswept petals, to surrender one by one, we humbly promise
The election has just been called by Decision Desk HQ. I hope this is not too early. I posted this at the start of the dark nightmare of 2016. Here’s to one down… a few to go – join together and we will watch them all fall. Heal the soul, heal the world, heal this planet and its observers, and its destroyers.
“When I despair, I remember that all through history the ways of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall. Think of it–always.”
I was inspired yet again by the fabulous, sock monkey.
for the Waxwing,
summer withers
sending the bare bones
of blooms to exit; their shift over
high up on defoliated twigs,
these sturdy spires become crows nests –
for one last look at sparse reminders
and stark remainders
and perched reverently
with subdued crest, rakish black mask
and brilliant-red wax
droplets fallen on tail feathers –
splashes of hot springs
long before flames burned out,
they are temporary beacons
for the Indian summer
as birds gradually disappear
like iron filings
falling from silky paper
soon they will fly south
for winter before shivers ruffle
silver grey feathers, autumnal
splendour from its box of tricks
is spilt and trickery dazzles us
with cooler combinations
of life clothed in warmer
costume
like petrified stone,
stygian contours champion the night sky;
dulled for now, but grey streaks charm
expectations sat on the horizon
I found this and turns out it was one of the first posts I made here back in November 2015, but I think I had written it around 2006 or so. A bit bleak, but hey ho. Anyway, I hope you are all doing well, and staying safe! Take care.
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It’s been such a long time; it could be ten thousand years. Time passes much faster when you cry all your tears. Last time I looked back, I could only see my feet. I never saw the sky, I missed a treat, and I miss my old life. I can only look back and cry. I miss my future, but it is too late, I say. And, I cry for the passing of time, all of the day.
‘There are blue skies and a cold yearning face. Catching the breeze with eyes closed in embrace. Swirled on tip toes, hearts lift in the air; wind cool on the fingertips is chilled in the stare. Longing and heartache kept warm all the while, and never a dry eye let down by goodbye. She holds it all in still after many have cared, but don’t tell her you’re leaving, don’t stroke her there.’
I take off my robe in ankles held deep. My hands fill the water with each step of my feet. The waves fully clothe me until I’m replete. I disappear from view to drown in this pain; and I miss my future, fresh and anew, but, I can see the stars now, over and over and over again.
