Nicola Beckett on BANANAS
16 hours ago
No more asking of “what” and “why”;
As always, silence replaces the weeping.
I keep repeating that you are not alive,
But you are not dead either, you are just sleeping.
I hear your steps on the staircase,
Your voice rushes in, then, the smell of your hair.
You smile at me, and I look through your face
As the cold of eternity fills up the air
And rests on the lifeless face ...
Wednesday 17th February 2021 12:11 am
I cut an apple
In two halves precisely.
Now how do I choose
The finer half?
Life is made up of
Half-truths and half-lies
And then of the almosts.
My half-live half-lived…
The other half is still
Inside the magician’s hat.
Saturday 6th February 2021 10:18 pm
The time is crawling
On this slippery Friday afternoon.
My body is trapped
In an hourglass room.
My poor empty body
Can no longer feel the pain.
There is a dry flower
In the corner.
I have been staring at it
For the past hour.
Does it crave love
That I can no longer give?
Saturday 6th February 2021 10:16 pm
It was me whose glimpse you caught
Turning around the corner,
Wishing to go unnoticed.
It was me you felt
Sifting through your fingers
Like sand at dusk,
Sitting alone on the shore...
It was me you smelled
Walking through the autumn orchards,
Through the sunlit prairies,
Through the second-hand bookstores.
It was me you tasted,
When you bit an unexp...
Saturday 6th February 2021 10:15 pm
Poetry, heavy words for all souls that want to be free,
it's the burning sun above the dead trees with no leaves,
saluting all the real ones and the OGs that people ought to be,
running wild chained thoughts with no minds is what they seek,
watching people burn from the white fire trying to flee,
as the damned creatures banned from Heaven have nothing left but to go down on their kn...
Thursday 17th December 2020 8:50 pm
occult curriculum, whispers of the ancients, leave for letting out secrets
oil lamp kindling catching flames; shining begotten light from passerbys
in between classes, shifting penrose stairs lead into underlying framework on occasion
halls lined with rooks adjacent and curators searching for a select
rites of secret passageways proclaimed, karma to the dark is just a means to an end
Saturday 4th April 2020 11:11 am
Shining ever so bright
a beacon of hope, like a chinese lantern
photosynthesis get' me through the night
beauty so divine, i wonder if i could map her
would the geometry show me the light?
because she must be god's best work
my third eye look through the peephole
how can she not have walls up when she deals with these people
guide me, be my mentor
would you take my hand, and put this flow...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 3:41 pm
Matriarch butterfly, conduct conducive
mother gaia's demeanor echo.
as you move mountains
as she size your shoe, electrifying presence
you're so well grounded
heart fluttering, don't be disheartened.
trumpets erupting, as you walk the walk, my mind carry off as I'm wrapped in your minutiae
Shift the world, your tectonic occupancy lay rise to volumes of topographic novelties
Sunday 16th February 2020 8:56 pm
You know that you are having
An out of body experience
When you find
Your heart and your mind
In a different place
To where you physically
Saturday 14th December 2019 12:21 am
has some secrets.
It is still burning
in spite of
its deep burns.
it has received
It confuses us
Thursday 22nd December 2016 4:46 pm
Tell me woman, who is more honest:
The face who smiles, with bright murderers standing in lines,
covertly grinning, 'love exists, but in ways',
the face who cannot smile, even if it's smiling
as his beautiful eyes, now grown up flames, increasing their shape
in a strong kiss that bends two forests,
the face who lives through a fair winter
and claims, it hasn't cried
and the banks whe...
Thursday 15th December 2016 12:14 pm