When life is but a dream
There exists a time
between sleeping and wake
when only the night owls stir
the street lights flicker to candle light
& nothing but absent thoughts whir.
Reality becomes but a stencil
as the dreamers direct their scape
the black bats cry a warning sound
2 minutes ‘til the curtain calls fate.
As all the possibles become truths -
between broken sparks that are woven together
lost begi...
Tuesday 4th July 2017 11:31 am
Heroine: A tale of peace by piece
You wouldn't know it if you saw her.
- The stuff of heroes and heroines -
In every step.
In every smile.
Behind those eyes
The war is raging
This battle came
with a life.
You wouldn't know it if you heard her
lilting song, a voice of peace.
By piece she fights.
You wouldn't know it if you joined her
The dance she walks.
You wouldn't know it if you sensed her
- humanity...
Monday 3rd July 2017 4:23 pm
Rain
Sometimes it doesn't rain.
It pours.
She sits and waits for her to arrive.
Spinning her only penny on the rubber
crumbed table.
There's a break in the clouds. The sun is there. But it is not to be seen, not yet.
Time has stopped. It's just me. No more nightmare. Tremors or fears.
Sometimes it doesn't rain.
It pours.
She would never have thought that what seemed the brave...
Monday 3rd July 2017 4:17 pm
Spirited Away
Don't ever tell me I never listened
or cared about your feelings.
They called us soul mates, kindred spirits.
& I always notice you, even in the little things.
There's something in the way you move,
You always were the clever one.
Shifting my perspective.
When you're here, there's a change in the air
the density, my shape.
My soundtrack is muted,
in it's place there's just t...
Monday 3rd July 2017 11:03 am
Jumble
I the round peg, you the square hole
We hexagon our sphere & triangle our quads
Tumbling obtusely, acutely we're a polygon
To be regular, all the sides and angles must be the same
But these 2D shapes have curves
So as we rhombus through the parallelogram
Square, rectangle, trapezoid
We try to fly as a kite, 2 pairs of equal sides adjacent to each other.
But then we find there ar...
Monday 3rd July 2017 10:55 am
The truth was written on my face
We sit across the table, one facing the other
Eyes locked
Hands curled into balls
Legs poised to leap and swing my body into action
My face is not quite as it should be, but I don't know this yet.
I claim the hallowed innocencce of a five year old
You wear the holey cloak of adulthood, guilded with exasperation.
'Now Emily, I'm going to ask you one more time, you won't be in trouble...
Monday 3rd July 2017 10:48 am
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