Tag Archives: loss
long night after flesh (world poetry day)
fog
a thick rope about my neck
tethered me to harbor wall
goat to oceans sacrifice,
behind obscured
lights and windows of those
who do not feel this way,
having taken the bus
found myself here,
bagged empty bottle
at my feet,
if any cigarette’s remained
i would of lit one
tasted toasted tobacco
tongue on teeth
chin to chest,
dark swirl foam
nymphs invite embrace
no fear in my heart
not the the fear i had felt
before she touched
fingertips before stepping
out of the door
with him,
closed my eyes wished to fall
forward and accept that
deep fate,
yet i flew
leaving behind the wall
and those if they had looked
would of observed
me leaving
World Poetry Day 2014
there are no ruins
In memory of my Dad , Ivan Hare father and friend always filled with a diverse wisdom and a knowing way , transformed lives with kindness and openess, a great man. I have great memories my mum ,sisters and i survive yet in that peculiar way he does as well at our side as he always will be.
These are my feelings i am sure shared with my family
night has a cheap aluminum taste
that wakes me from the shallows
passing the border post,
into shrugged wakefulness,
i am not afraid of dentists drill
yet i am of this day
holding on by tips of my fingers
dropping into a place still dark,
i will find my way
walking not flying,
tied by blood to a long memory,
rain upon the iron tracks
a platform for the coming back
but i know of no return journeys
when passage is paid,
despite this a silent hand can be held
and forehead kissed,
locomotive rush across interior landscapes
carriage rattle and sway
memories may mumble
but they are heard and felt,
native tongue
and lyrical words
he may be gone
but not silenced
remember tea and hot buttered toast
smell, feel, dream
aluminum leaves my mouth
with each cup of coffee,
he is with me now
and i do not have to worry
Love you Dad miss you this year on , thinking of my Mum and sisters Sandra and Lana
Divinyls – Chrissy Amphlett -Dies
A powerful beautiful song that means so much to so many , a sad loss of a great artist
Said as it Was
the clock as a passenger
looks with helpless hands,
as time often cast upon
the rocks of mans momentum
stalls past and present collide,
memory that flattering
cinemagraph of the synaptic’s
relays something other than was,
short breaths come
falter far from the heart,
we as living in this space
age,
flesh wither
wrinkles cluster and deepen
bones become fragile,
yet we strive to linger on
place ourselves as memory on others
so that it is not in vain
even a fragile hand held
is a memory,
cruel tides wash through time
that pull and toss you about,
so steady you remain
until that moment,
that flesh becomes shell
and memory is a function
of recollection,
not ready
it happens
now it is time to accept
and face your own reflection
again
I Am The Same Curse
i stood where i started from
listening to envy greed and lust,
my throat a weight unfreshened
refused to sing along,
echo around the laundromat
radio splashed it’s autumn gold,
in front of machine
behind me things i will never see,
thrum of rolling drum comforts,
hardship would one day
strike me to the grave,
for now though dead has life,
cool evening passing
food would be another sacred handout,
vinyl abstract floor
with cycle nearly done,
i had a book with words
your last fingers wrote,
the answer had been
when i kissed your hair
you a shining strip torn from me
an accident occupying a seconds space
my frenzied heart and hands
gave last touch,
before ambulance came,
now folding clothes softly
you are in me again
my sight is not wearied out,
and i will go
i must sleep
but only as a stone would
as dreams do not gather
Cauterized
water from the raw eye as it weeps
and deflects the spectrum,
no space in the retina
for other emotion,
bland skin
freckles intensified,
being close to the coast
and it’s relentless tides
abstract dunes,
naked and innate expression
stress brought on
she moved,
each impression on the surface
was not left for long
filled in she had no path,
emotion bent over anvil
forged by loss,
wind became rampant
stirring grasses
that whipped about delicate legs
isolating her innocence
this way,
beneath the flat clouded hat of sky,
rubbing those eyes
now tasted
with tincture of seaborne salt
this moment
came to bring on the rejuvenate
Pain Of Larks
i have written to the lark
expressing my concern,
his voice a poignant song
from atop the lofty elm,
its a memory of a day
and a place i would rather forget,
being a bird of course
he cannot read,
so continues his incriminating
song,
tearing open another
wound..
One Call
chin creased as
folded paper,
lips turned down
eyes burning,
receiver cradled
by her face,
to her a voice
monotone
spoke distorted
words
about him coming
home,
an intersection
aquaplane
a rig
and we did all we can
sorry,
sorry folded her mind into
a dark pocket
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