Sculpting Absence
My brothers existence fell into
broken fragments when they buried
him.
His worlds was always fragments.
Whisper.
Silence.
Frozen gaze.
Winter’s touch carried the gap
admist horizons.
Memories encircle memories
in the horizon.
I look at you. Where are
our footprints? Breathing
outward. Your lios inward
Here. There.
The darkness sculpts the sky’s
essence. Snow falls...
Wednesday 6th September 2023 7:38 am
Memory
The light embraces you
traversing the threshold
shedding mortail coil
across sapphire rivers in the breath,
wandering across the essence
grasping through words
behind a display panel
touching across your memory
in the vast expanse
of lifetimes
lost across starlight pathways,
reaching for the way home.
Monday 28th August 2023 9:03 am
: In Solitude :
From the subconscious mind,
Came a memory lost behind.
It reminded me of, gently then,
A music pure and fresh as rain.
I felt the tunes play in my soul.
The familiar melody to enthrall.
So long lost in the layers of time,
Heard it again - just as pristine!
Then back it went to nethermind.
A caressing whisper it left behind.
I felt it then - with some surpris...
Friday 30th June 2023 3:58 am
The Door
Unknown reader, be glad that I have opened the door and let out
the dust of my verse for you to see an age after the words first found form on the screen, or
perhaps I have let in your imagination so, turning, you can see a single almond
blossom, pink amongst its pale russet leaves, to tempt your words out
Unknown traveller, on this day, stay, venture out
and, before they fade,...
Saturday 29th April 2023 3:00 pm
Creation
As I write, each line reaches for memories
lost, fallen beyond the edge of the world:
kamarupa dwelling in infinity, fading
when my lines do not find them
and my words fail passion and desire.
Eons, lost pasts. Which of them
could dream my frail dream of this
verse? Which, thrown
across the fabric of time, could make
nothing everything?
Wednesday 29th March 2023 3:00 pm
That
I almost regret to write this poem
for fear it may vanish
flicker away like Evan's flame
scared of the voices
that murmurs that carry its name
across the wind
whispers of That
but it only lives for a little
hiding in plain sight
waiting to be noticed
so it may slip away
one more time
only to be invited back
by the warm, orange glow
of the everlas...
Friday 3rd March 2023 6:44 am
Sunset
there once was a boy
good-hearted and innocent
worried not about the
flecks of mud
clinging to his toes
thinking not on the
stinging scrapes
kissing his knees
worried not
save for the dwindling daylight
that brings an end
if only temporary
to his fun
there was once a man
chased by the sun
Friday 3rd March 2023 4:54 am
Life Tercets
1
A story about
an old poet
and his cottage
2
A dream of an old mariner
lost in Wales
adrift on his words
3
A memory of
a young boy
on his maiden voyage
4
A memory of
innocence
lost at sea
5
A line on a chart
between a girl
and loneliness
6
A communion
...
Thursday 16th February 2023 3:26 pm
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