Dream Time Poetry

It was a breath scanning many years
before the exhale
and this breath a hurricane
that mingled truth with untruth
until so well entwined
they became as one.
It is this “one” that haunts a mind
now that the breathing’s done
and it’s known to be the ghost of past
that will not lie down dead.
It’s immune to all my rituals,
my incense, candles, mind,
and [...]

Shattered by a thunderous clap
the sound of silence crumbles
into the deep and distant past
there to join with memories
around a cold grave stone.
Head bowed it stands as one unloved
and wet because the rain must fall
today, this day, when mourners pray
in sad and sombre release.
There is no happy place or grace
for the sound of silence
and no chitty-chat [...]

Between the layers of events and happenings
lies a little symbol of what life is all about
but designed to not be visible it simply isn’t there
to the eyes of a searcher and the maybe you/me.
Next to that the pendant of love’s amazing grace
shines and glitters brilliantly like a polished diamond
but the maybe you/me look the other [...]

She who opens doors to more
feels the breeze of who she is
but then the cold of the “before”
wraps around her daily life.

She ponders so this memory chill
like strangers in her new abode
and in her manner so polite
offers them an overnight.

‘tis not to say they do not know
to leave before she suffers more
and yet [...]

Life moves in and takes out
dreams, wishes, hopes and needs
and stirs and mixes cocktails
like a barman paid to be
a maker and creator.
It has no mind for me to sense
or heart to pump intent
but, oh, so diligent
it serves up and clears away
like one who doesn’t know
there always is a crumb or two
missed in the clean sweep.
Crumbs [...]

So through the maze of goods and clothes
she stepped into a dark recess
where memories lay hidden away
from the prying eyes of everyday.
And in that day of everyday
she chose a route that skirted pain
and smiled the smile of one who knows
love will surely come again.
But still she cried within the feel
of what means more than goods [...]

She didn’t stop to look amazed
at the progress of the flame
from slow to fast and furious,
from loving to indifferent,
and from belief into the chasm
of uncertainty.
Instead she stopped to look amazed
at the wind of happenstance
that reduces love’s tall stature
to the likeness of
liquid candle wax.
Breathe! She breathes and yet the wind
moves quickly out from deep within
into [...]

She didn’t walk a golden mile
or embrace a new found love
but wandered down the avenues
of a past long dead and gone.
Trees interlocked and canopied
her feeblemindedness
while the grass underfoot
gave way to barren ground
for ‘tis the feeble of mind
that must walk on hardened ground
until the dead and gone
sits on a burning pyre.
She watches in the twilight
the flames [...]

‘tis the silence of the night
and the din of broad daylight
that spins like lottery tickets
in the flow of normal life.
Round and round, up and down,
and this flow like living cycles
that leaves a gambler waiting
palm up for destiny.
First prize gone, second, third,
and the gambler makes a fist
in stark disregard
for what may follow next
and so what could [...]

The weather has changed;
the sky is dull and grey
and unseasonal rain
falls softly, tenderly,
on that wandering soul
of the will to live.
Yet still the scene is beautiful
in a morbid sort of way
and the will intrigued sets out
to experience the fullness
of a life away from home.
And then there’s a pause,
nothing changes overall,
and a flicker of regret
shivers through [...]