The kalash


All that is, is not,

Numbed into meaning:


Occasional flowers,

In a city without sleep.

Miss Bo-Peep

Dreams in the sky,

Counting her sheep

As time passes by..

Moon people kiss,

Not like normal 

People do.

Animals in the zoo 

Dream their dreams with a broken heart

St Stephen with a rose

In and out of the garden he goes

Looks up at stars that travel far

Meets dead men in cemeteries

Bottled in a jar.

Climb to the edge of snow,

Sees occasional flowers blow,

Sit here, for hours and hours

Deciding what not to do.

Forensic examinations

Scatter the remains:

Fragility of a  body

Bound around in chains


Condemned at the root.

No roof for the orphan lad

It’s nothing but the truth

On a precipice-by-the-sea,

Peculiar ways of thinking

Stay alive in me...

Russians worship icons,

Chinese they have smog

The promise of deliverance,

Is a false prologue.

Remains of thought and feeling

Echo in the brain;

Flower into vestiges,

Nothing stays the same.

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◄ see that my grave is kept clean

Kassia ►


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John Marks

Sun 10th Mar 2019 21:28

Thanks Lisa. I try, in fact I'm very trying!👍 John

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lisa donohoe

Sun 10th Mar 2019 11:32

Such a creative piece
Great job 💕

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