That Has Made All the Difference

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We got lost upon the way,
Separated, you and I
At some bend in the road.
For when I looked ahead
You were no longer there.
There was just the solitude
Cast by the shadow of the trees
That led along the untrodden path;
Deeper into the dark
Way through the woods.
 
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Originally Published 11 September 2018

Midnight Wandering

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Not a breeze stirs the waters.
Time seems frozen by this summer heat
As sweat wraps me in its sickly embrace.
I’ve gone walking at this midnight hour
In the shadows beneath the trees.
I’ve gone searching, searching for something
I can’t remember. Yet I know I’m lost.

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High Rise

Scurrying drones
The people down there,
Hardly human –
Motives lost
Within the hive mentality.
Cries of fear, pain, anger, rage;
Do not rise beyond the miasma
Of traffic fumes.
Silenced
By the mob,
Individuality lost
In the rain.
 
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Grey Cloud Fugue

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And the dark clouds roll across the sky.

It is beautiful, but it makes me want to die.

The beauty of those impenetrable clouds

That could swallow me whole like a funeral shroud.

Swaddle me in a mystery from which I could not escape.

Smother me in their motion, erase the memories of my fate.

 

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Plotting a course

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I’ve navigated choppy seas.

My boat has taken on water.

But I made it through,

I survived

And if I fear

That I may go down again,

Lose my compass,

Sight of land,

Then I will remember

That the stars shined

And showed me the way

Back to you.

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Wandering and Lost

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photo credit: KevHaworthPhotography Wreckage On The Wyre via photopin (license)

Wandering,
A spirit adrift.

Marooned, this sea surrounds,
No way forward,
No way out.

And I have forgotten
What it is I seek.
 
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Visualise

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photo credit: begemot_dn tree time via photopin (license)

Dandelion clocks dance in the breeze
Like the time we spent together
Danced away from me.
The visions of you I keep in view,
Anchors of trust to which I’m tethered.
Vision of time now lost.
 
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Lost

Hello!
Yes you.
I’m talking to you!
Out there in the real world.
Were you just going to walk right by,
Seven billion people –
We’re rammed on this planet,
Trapped like ancient mosquitoes
Forever in amber.
In the same boat,
All sinking with the ship.
And yet you can walk by
With a blindfold on,
Pretending no one else
Fucking exists.
 
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