Dream Time Poetry

A complicated and indistinct map
is placed in the hands of the now inept
but they don’t think to use other means
to find out which way to go.
Those other means aren’t real, you see
to those with no eyes to see,
with no heart to feel,
and no faith to believe.
I’m such a one today in the mire
of refusing to [...]

‘tis neutral shades that rule the day
like women who are known to be
without, within, and round about
the dictates of a mortal life.
The colour swatch of passion, grief,
awaits a willingness to be
pushed and pulled and swung around
the totem pole of happenings.
There is no wish to ride the wave
of wanting, needing, wishing for
a better “this”, a grander [...]

A tapestry of love’s desire
stitched and weaved with memories
unravels in two hearts apart
and lays bare the needs of soul.
But threads of past intensity
unrelenting stay attached
like spirit hands in devil lands
won’t leave well enough alone.
In this unholy matrimony
a mind entwined can’t disengage
from the snap and crackle, pop,
of sparks growing into flames.
‘tis love or not [...]

When a bough breaks it’s no silent affair
but a heart wrenching cry from the core of a tree
for a part of itself has withered and died
on the ground where the world passes it by.
The tree is half bare but nobody cares
that once it held flowers and leaves
and stood as a symbol of stability
for all who [...]

As the world turns round and round
so spins the one who loves
slow motion it would seem
from the then into the now.
That spin is like a crown of truth
that adorns my thoughts and moves
and glitters its beliefs
from the mental realms of memory
to the present physical.
I step out sometimes from my queenly guise
into the work-a-day
that spans a [...]

It’s a constant clickety-click, click-click
of time rolling down the tracks
with no more a mountain or steep incline
to slow what cannot be stopped
or a pause at the junction between then and now
to take on more meaningful stuff.
Clickety-click, click-click, click-click,
on and on to nowhere, somewhere,
where time makes its very own line
and decides on concurrent or separate
according to [...]

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