winters thorns bury deep
flesh pierced by that uneased dark
until candles dripping pale
tore aside the emptiness
illuminating dust
and a heart enclosed deep beneath a breast
her warmth reflected in those eyes,
he would embrace,
beyond all walls a snowy temper raged
sweeping alongside doors
muffling all that was brutal,
in hold and secure
dawn was a long way off
a thousand years would pass
before a few magic smitten would know
stars would die
and planets turn
winding in secrets so human,
lips tremble withholding so many words
that he would say
and she would reply
as a chosen wonder,
that urge carnal became a vapor
glimmer of hope,
and futures peace at stake,
memory fickle put upon pages
of a shameless scrawl
edited by many kings
dissolved into legend and myth
springs reaction would reveal much,
embrace over
fragile reflections and shadows
for the movement so vividly intact
would leave so many
damaged echoes
that conflict is inevitable
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burning crooked roses
coyotes yip !
as i walk through baby cyclones
up the stairs to the sky
as she remained
on sweating rocking horse
deeply sea pearl glint in eye,
oh is there anything else other
than immortality,
reward and wisdom,
have i become the dog
that runs through muddy rivers
to wash the gasoline of brutality off,
i will never see an algae
covered stone coffin,
horse keeps rocking
travelling this
unremarkable earth machine,
stairs behind me
as are leaking babies
and crushed beercans,
no cloud castle
old vagrants song rings softly,
weeping in whitman’s embrace
i have left human shape
finger shadows reach
as frozen spider would,
my once and fevered love
rides on
Fathers Day
i am father
and my father was father before me
we are form
almost unified shape
tied by familial genetics,
i am here
my father gone
bond unbroken love unbound
memory and cohesion
i have many of his traits,
i am here
and he still is
of the dust of the wind
yet at my side
that rub of ache in the forehead
as his thoughts and mine collide,
i have voice
my children hear
i make it apparent
as i heard my father,
despite long hours of work
his words i could hold
and made me smile
a child growing taught what is right
molded by nurturing consideration,
i am love
to my children
as he to me
never too old to embrace
and accept eternal bond
now without him
i will carry on
and my sons
as fathers will
Ivan Hare 18/06/27-09/01/13
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