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 [...]

Ten, thirty, forty, fifty. but more
words of the foolish into the bin
for overtaken they are by the pain
of no love today.
There are no words now for the truth
follows the words into “nowhere”
from whence they surprisingly came
to spin webs of deceit and lies
in the heart of one so inclined
to believe in the wisdom of love.
The wisdom [...]

Summer’s glory a thing of the past
not destined to ere come again
while clouds of grey, rain and hail,
stand full on life’s centre stage.
I shiver sometimes for it shouldn’t be
that summer bows out to winter
and brings back again the intolerable
like karma not yet resolved.
It’s an evil trick that makes me think
heaven chastises the meek
when really it’s [...]

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 [...]

So blows this life into the mind
where lives a thoughtful energy
and it joins and dissipates the force
that once was paramount.

And in this mix creation’s orb
shrinks and shrivels, disappears
and becomes a servant to dis-ease
clothed in shredded leftovers
of its former glory.

To search and find and reinstate
what once made life worthwhile
like a chore unlisted on the board
of human [...]

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 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 [...]