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Monday, 24 December 2012
Sunday, 23 December 2012
My new poem about choosing between losing your sight or hearing. Pretty easy choice for me, but what would you choose?
Oh, there is so much music
in Silence
She's my friend. She is.
I can hear
the emptiness of your words
the shallows of my smiles
all sounds of this clutter and
the Big Unnecessary of my existence
But to lose sight?
Life is about light
Life is about colours
Life is about moving away form darkness
and
seeing my mother's ageing face.
Saturday, 22 December 2012
Hello,
I must start cleaning my house, but because it (the house, not house cleaning) always reflects how I feel, I can't do it just yet. Instead, I'm posting my new poem. Or two poems. Wallowing in my little sorrow? Maybe, but expressing it is really letting it go. Well, let's see.
I'll have to slice this sorrow
No, no, no, no! I'll dice it
Its blood is sticky and so freshly warm
you can smell it
There is no grace in its dance
No music in its voice
I look away and
smile
.........................................................................................................
Under this layer of smile
Sleeps a thickness of sadness
punched with
the joy of your youth
the peace of my ageing
and
this big hole of nothingness
Listen to this
I must start cleaning my house, but because it (the house, not house cleaning) always reflects how I feel, I can't do it just yet. Instead, I'm posting my new poem. Or two poems. Wallowing in my little sorrow? Maybe, but expressing it is really letting it go. Well, let's see.
I'll have to slice this sorrow
No, no, no, no! I'll dice it
Its blood is sticky and so freshly warm
you can smell it
There is no grace in its dance
No music in its voice
I look away and
smile
.........................................................................................................
Under this layer of smile
Sleeps a thickness of sadness
punched with
the joy of your youth
the peace of my ageing
and
this big hole of nothingness
Listen to this
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