Find… #Poetry

 

 

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Find

It is time to follow the river

Find Eden, stop looking down

Look to the stars

The planets that keep order

Sun shines through the trees

Fingers of gold touch the earth

The only home we have

This blue marble

hanging in the milky way

Wonder of wonders

Search as they may

They will not find another

The blueprint has been lost

Young planets crash

and burn into each other

Beneath a new star

Try as they may, they fail

To bring a new Earth into existence

We are the one and only Eden

For now…

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No Way Back… #Poetry

 

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No Way Back

Time no longer passes in my world.

All is hollow, burned out

The wind howls its anger

No one sees me disappearing

Like torn paper in the wind.

A tree fallen with no one watching

That’s me.

I lie in salt-soaked sheets

Praying I will dissolve, leave this life.

I have heard all the clichés

How the past does not define you.

Choose your own path

Make your own luck.

It is all hot air, lip service

To help others feel they have

Played their part.

Poor Joe, he has lost his soul

To the bottle.

It will take a miracle to get him back

For some of us, there is no miracle

No way back…

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#Wordle 413 #Poetry

 

Wordle 413

What if you woke

in an alternative reality

Receiving a signal from the Universe

A message, like a constant

changing channel on your tv

Hearing only part of the message

Would you run for the hills?

Or would you wait, check it out

See that everything is fine,

better than before.

A simple sweet life, no trauma

No nagging parents.

They’re perfect, loving

You find you like it here.

Would you feel smug by the charm?

That has befallen you.

Would you notice some changes?

like a sharp claw on glass

Grating on your memories.

Would you realise the limit?

Of this new life

Like living in a bubble

Pick up the nearest rock

Try to break free

Realising that Sage, your wife

The love of your life

Your children are not here

When next you sleep,

Where will you wake?

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Trapped… #Poetry

 

 

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Trapped

Trapped under the ice

No one can hear you scream.

The sound you made, held

as if between two sheets of glass.

Melt waters carry it far away

To be heard as a distant echo

From a lost time.

A repeating pattern of cosmic design

Nothing is lost, nothing goes to waste

All held within the ticking arms of a clock.

We return, newly made to walk in the

same footsteps we made long ago.

Nothing escapes Earth’s gravity

It merely changes…

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Strike…

 

 

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Strike

Magic comes in unexpected moments

Patiently waiting to blow your mind

With wonder, the beauty of lightning

Striking beside a rainbow

Two great luminaries appearing together

Was it planned by Nature, or magic?

waiting behind the scenes, giving pleasure

to those lucky enough to see it

The timing of such an event must be astronomical

I would place such a happening alongside

the seven wonders of the world

An unexpected gift from the Universe…

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Lives On…

 

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Lives On…

The echo we leave behind

Lives on like background noise

There are those who hear the whisper

Against the silence of centuries

Like a thunderstorm, the crackle of lightning

Illuminating old life

Small details walking through fog

That unexpected footstep behind you

When no one is there

A returning moment we cannot explain

Conversation heard before

That strange Déjà Vu moment

Thoughts you know are not part of your thinking

That is the echo that never dies…

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Beloved…

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Beloved…

She looked at me with salt worn eyes

Tears of a thousand years

Her pain I could not imagine

Her years are old, she has lived too long

Old memories haunt her days, her nights

A plait crowns her beautiful grey hair

Her hand small and gentle, touch my face

Her smile almost invisible, too hard

Her pain holds it at bay, yet I remember

that her smile lit her eyes like night stars

She will forever be my beloved Oma…

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