Through the flying times I knelt

Through the flying times I knelt

27 February 2016

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We are born

Like in a whirlwind

The hours strike

Our birth’s time

Like flame of burning candle

Sketched in the tempest

 

We grow needs

The crowning of life

Wilting through

What heart heeds

Within the morrows I sow

Food for my own thought

 

There are shades

Painted within me

Where I find

Alternates

Possibilities to breathe

Scarcity of you

 

We are born

Like paper airplanes

The winds lift

The winds rip

They set us lone and adrift

From our shining selves

 

I am not

My death is open

Like a book

Angular

Each corner a tilting point

Where I die some more

 

The fate blind

She grants me token

Of morrows

Where I lie

A closed copy of myself

Within deep set grave

 

We are born

Like a flight of geese

Panicked flight

Left to right

The Northern skies ours to please

As we yearn Southern

 

Fortune said

She favours the brave

I forgot

How it felt

To wish upon a new day

Untainted by sigh

 

Holy grails

Within my faint grasp

Air leaving

As I gasp

Through the flying times I knelt

My tidings the nails

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Like love in heart spent

Like love in heart spent

27 February 2016

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Yesterday

Apple trees were ripe

Fruit garden

Shone yellow

Of fruit only the mellow

We ate in shared joy

 

The leaves green

Caressing the skies

In sunrise

The eyes bright

Sparkling with the brightest sheen

We rode the heavens

 

I count mice

Companions of fate

They run wild

Feet bellow

Scraping through the bowl they flee

Inside me hollow

 

A flag waves

Crimson on dead white

It beckons

To misdeeds

The greed grows dark as it feeds

On remnants of flesh

 

Humble beg

Radiation’s creed

They shuffle

On sad deck

We store far more than we need

Food stops at the neck

 

I am dead

The swarming bees hushed

Lift my frame

Twining flame

He ushers my faded self

As blood in me rushed

 

In today

I walk roaring cliffs

That watch seas

End circles

The air I breach is hurdles

That slow my descent

 

Tomorrow

We will follow whiffs

Of once more

When joys lay

Within horizons soft breeze

Like love in heart spent

Reading of the poem:

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