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flutter

 

the longing came suddenly

alighting like a bird

wings spread as far

as the heart could see

and in the silence

that followed

the great revelation

it spoke –

your name

 

 

 

The shadow of a falling leaf

followed me on my walk today

I looked up to see an empty sky

Was it you?

shadowoftheperson

 

Never look back

or you will turn into a pillar of salt

and your beloved will perish

Never look back

or you will see a face

you do not recognize

staring back at you

Never look back

unless you want to face time

and time has all the time

to face you

Never look back

on love and happiness

for you will see nothing

unless you believe…

Orpheus and Eurydice:Marie Chouinard

 

Orpheus and Euridice: Marie Chouinard

 

 

SO MUCH DISTANCE BETWEEN US

SO MANY TIME ZONES AND THOUGHTS UNSHARED

WORDS UNSPOKEN, TOUCHES LOST

HANDS REACHING AND NOT FINDING

MINDS FILLING IN THE GAPS…

WE LINGER IN A SPACE UNKNOWN

EXCEPT FOR WISHES UNFULFILLED

THAT RISE LIKE MOURNFUL LANTERNS

INTO THE SKY OF YET TO COME

 

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redon

 

It was quiet on the day the door closed.

The morning rose grey and still. There was no sound, as if the wind lost its voice. The sky was gone, replaced by clouds that obliterated shapes and stifled all sound.There was no need to get up. Suddenly there was no need to struggle, no need to live.

Yet life was all there was.

Even the silence breathed.

But you had to be dead to hear it.

Or alive enough.

 

Armata

You said I was wonderful

You said I could do anything

You said I could do no wrong

You said you loved me

You said I was beautiful

Then you closed your eyes forever

… and I disappeared.

©aother

LudmilaArmata

Art: Ludmila Armata

What horrors will our off-spring see

in the miasma of futurity?

Their prospects go from bad to worse

as degradation runs its course.

When hope looks like self deception

and positives like mad delusion,

how to stem the lemming crush,

resist the tides of mass confusion?

What chances do our children have

to right the wrongs of history,

to find an unobstructed path

from the charnel house of destiny?

What wonders of the great wide world

will be denied our progeny,

the English Elm, the western Pine,

the elephant, the honey bee?

What poisoned remnants will remain,

what maladjusted misery?

What might they blame for what they see,

where lies responsibility?

We’re un-accepting of the truth

of how it starts with you and me.

How else might we stagger on

in the stench of such perversity?

We’re satisfied with leaders who

confess they don’t know what to do,

that wouldn’t dock our bank accounts

of un-acceptable amounts.

And thus tomorrows loom ahead

with promise overwhelmed by dread;

with life and beauty sacrificed,

our children’s futures overpriced.

 

Poem by Michael G. Hawkes

English elm

honey bee

Elephant-and-calf

western pine

 

I didn’t know I could breathe without air

See with no eyes

Speak without words

I didn’t know I could stride with no ground under my feet

I didn’t know my heart could beat with no rhythm to follow

And my thoughts to wander beyond the now

I didn’t know I could sleep with a quiet mind

I didn’t know I could live without you.

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I am fishing for help.

I am casting for salvation.

I am crying out for assistance.

I am sinking.

Help me.

Why?

Why when you are sinking too.

Why?

A word floats in….

It floats in silently…

It touches me…

It touches you…

Can’t you feel it?

It’s love.

Love.

Love.

And then…

The End.

Love eternal.

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Suspended between here and now

In a non-existent space

I hover

and weep in frustration

Inert and idle

Unsure and forlorn

I hover

and wait

Centuries and galaxies

pass by

Unseen worlds beckon

But time has stopped for me

Only the ticking sound remains

and counts down

ad infinitum.

dali_memory

Art: Salvador Dali