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The silence is crumbling
Like the Arctic
It is starting to thaw.
Long buried memories
Should be left to rot
In the coffin,
Amongst the detritus of the landfill
And not burst to the surface
As a reminder, a haunting,
A skeleton call.
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I keep hearing that song.
That song you played
When you were still something.
When you were still alive.
I remember you placing
Your hand in mine, trusting
You had the moments left
To do anything.
You had your whole life.
A million breathes to take,
A whole life and everything.
When you were still alive.
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Originally published 14 December 2016
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Falling into the future,
When the memories will let me.
The memories that did beget me
And like a lover’s arms want to keep hold.
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The man put down his newspaper.
His eyes were not what they once had been,
They had seen too much
Of war and hate, and change.
So he closed his eyes to shut out the dark
And slept right there in his old armchair for a while.
He dreamed of when he was younger;
He dreamt of all of his firsts,
First kiss, first dance, first nights.
Always the first and never the last,
For in his dreams
He wasn’t chained within a body that creaked.
His world was not bound by those four familiar walls
And the good times would come back and greet him.
Because in his life there had been many good times;
There had been joy, he’d known love, he’d known laughter.
For the lights of his memory might dim
But they’d never go out.
For in dreams
They came back to greet him.
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Originally Published 22 December 2015
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Secrets catch on the breeze,
Whispered by the wind
Like a sacrament of memory.
A tale no one knows how to begin
Or what should remain untold
To maintain this fragmentary truce.
If the wind should change
And withhold the truth
Until another day,
What then?
What becomes of the future
If secrets remain unspoken.
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photo credit: Natalia Medd Summer Wind via photopin (license)
Your heady perfume haunts me
That scent of you in the air.
Dizzying sensations that linger
Like the silhouette of a body
Just sketched on the pillow
When nobody is there.
I caught a glimpse of your shadow
A fleeting glimpse, just a hint
That you were there
Before it was gone.
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photo credit: Derek R Goulet Beach Bird via photopin (license)
Yesterday is not tomorrow,
Memories are not today.
All those childhood tears
Yet you are not crying now.
You survived my darling,
You survived.
And those heartfelt sighs,
Too, too many goodbyes.
Teddy bears the only lonely listeners,
And birds with broken wings.
Yet you survived my darling.
You may still fly.
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I am make believe:
Nightmare and dreams.
Spectre of memory,
The furious fever in scenes
Of theatre macabre.
Phantoms, twisted fancy,
Lurking in shadows,
Poisons that won’t let you be.
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A time of dying
Leaves no one alive to keep
Memory alight.
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