Glories

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Dreams of gold,
Shadow realities,
Their images flickering
On a silver screen.
The gentle caress
Of a celluloid lover,
Translucent beauty
Of a movie scene.

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Summer Loves

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This summer romance. This dance of light.
Must cease with the approach of night.
With the music of the seasons’ subtle change,
We must take the hand of a different lover
For the rhythm insists that our partner changes.
For while the wind does rage
And skies hang heavy with autumn rains
We will remember that this music will come again.

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Fire Flies

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It’s lonely out here,
Out here in the echoes.
Watching the moths dancing,
Risking it all on the wing,
Dancing in and out of the flames.

I’ve always been a creature of the night and it feels
Unnatural, after all these heartbeats contemplating
The shimmering possibilities here within the silence,
Anticipating the delights that exist
Within the reach of those flames.

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Say Something Simple

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Say something simple
In words of one syllable,
Don’t blind me with science
Just tell me the truth.
For this mystery divine
Don’t run around me with rhyme
Just put it simply,
Just tell me the truth.
 
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Originally Published 21 June 2018

Three Witches

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Scrabbling around,
Scrabbling around for something
Down there in the dirt.
In amongst the entrails and the detritus.
And from nothing creating,
Creating something to hold onto –
Believing in a something.
We are making,
Recreating –
Holding on to something
Drawing shadows out of the night.
 
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Originally Published 14 May 2018

We Are The Dust

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We know our place in the universe
For we named our planet dust.
Rubbing shoulders
With Mars and Orion
In this cosmic show.
Yet we named our home
For the dirt beneath our feet
And that is how we treat it.
A rusting jewel
Decaying like the grave.
With this the last morning,
These the sun’s last rays.
 
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Originally Published 18 April 2018

Exhalation of Water

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Stillness,
A momentary calm
Like the heart breaths before
The exhalation of water
From the lungs of a drowning man.

A baptism of desire,
Of cold, cold fire.
The absence of touch
In a universe without feeling.
Just the biology of the vacuum
Without emotion only needing,

Then the tsunami.
Colours exploding, overwhelming;
Like a million hands
Reaching out of the darkness
Touching skin, caressing my mind.
 
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Originally Published 23 March 2018

Take It or Leave It

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Cut me to the quick
To the essence of my soul,
And you will find granite
The bedrock of my being.

Lacerate me with words
From your flame-tempered tongue
And you will find me fireproof,
As resilient I stand.

Assault me with slanders,
Attack me with hurricane winds
And you will discover
I’m the survivor of storms.

 
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Originally Published 8 February 2018

Motion/Still

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The memory fades away like the rain
Or a dream upon waking.
Just a dream, even a dream of pain;
Its shadow will pass
No matter the length of the shadow cast.

It dissipates as the dawn breaks
And the sun rises even against the moon’s will.
Yes the world goes spinning on
Despite all the tears cried against the tide,
Motion wins still.

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Originally Published 10 December 2017