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Your silence
Speaks an ocean,
Of the stars and the dust;
Reflected
Glories
Harder and harder to bear.
Your vengeance
In the crying light
In the shadow of trust.
Sharing out the darkness,
The madness
In Gaia’s despair.
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Originally Published 23 August 2017
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Flickering vision of a mirage
Merging with reality.
In the heat haze
Of a shimmering sunset
Over the Aegean Sea.
Birds cry in the moonlight
And the tears in my eyes
Are blinding me.
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Wind-blown,
Secrets fly like the night
On wings of darkness.
To a rhythm nobody feels
And even less see.
Nature lies,
As natural as breathing.
Until death comes stealing,
Creeping, out of an obsidian glass poured.
The fatal blow dealt.
Undreamed.
Poisons and pains. Panic
Flies on the wings of a bat
Chittering, repeating its refrain, sings
Of ‘Secrets and Lies’, of ‘Secrets and Lies’.
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The return of the rain
Brings me to life again.
The touch of this holy water
Upon my skin
Washes me clean
Lets me begin once more.
The passion of the raindrops
Freefalling to the ground
Is the baptism of hope I need
So that I feel born again.
It resurrects a faith
That had all but died.
I feel rain, I feel alive.
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We went to the zoo today.
We saw the cockroaches at play.
Elephant and rhino have gone,
Of the panda there is only one.
Empty cages in the zoo today.
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Like a gentle rain
That caresses my cheek
With its sylvan light.
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Originally Published 15 June 2015
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A momentary feeling
Of grace in the chaos,
Of calmness despite
This slow descent
Into catastrophe.
Just a glimpse
Into another universe
Like a stumbled upon path,
An oasis of plenty
In the forest,
Appearing out of the mist
On an April morning.
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Glittering shoreline
Early morning,
Reflections of silence
Mirrored in the mud.
Runnels and ripples
Curving like lifelines
Across the sand.
The natives read them
As if they’re fortune-telling,
Before with a ruffle of feathers
Coming in to land.
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Abandoned memories
Swirl on the breeze, coalesce
Together with unforgiving rhymes.
I struggle to pick out
The strands of imagination
And inspiration
Which I wish to pursue.
The dogs bark out on the moor
And the hounds of winter howl;
Last chance, last stand,
Against the creep of the calendar.
These lengthening days
That mark the changing season.
The reasoning hours of civilisation’s return.
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