The restless hornets
30 November 2016
The wavering tides
Gather on uneven shores
Of sand the dune stores
We count the seconds
Instilled in time-riddled grains
The waves a backdrop
No time a full stop
Washing over and over
The frothing horses
Fusion confusion
I walk within Time’s bubbles
In between the worlds
The summers spent hay
Burning memories now doused
In half-light of cloud
I remember day
When the night was clear in sun
When candles rewound
Ticking chronicles
Fallen happenings rebound
Broken jar upright
The splinters ride past
Whirlwinds summon the keepers
The day’s grim reapers
The restless hornets
They pick on the flesh exposed
Disclosure in Twelve
Reading of the poem:
Path 19 (yet frailest) – Max Richter & Ben Russell
Tout s’efface – Patrick Bruel
Dream 13 (minus even) – Max Richter
I loved the poem, I loved these lines:
“The splinters ride past
Whirlwinds summon the keepers
The day’s grim reapers”
You always end up getting me with one stellar stanza. And really enjoyed Dream 13 as well. Thank you for your gift today!
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Thanks and welcome Rob. I am glad you liked it and the music that goes with it. Enjoy the day ahead!
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Always a pleasure!
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Nice poem with beautiful song selection
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Thank you Shanti
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Nicely done! you get better and better
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Thank you Rajiv; what a nice compliment!
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Always appreciating your arrangements
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Thank you So much!
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You’re welcome!
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This is strangely nostalgic
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Thank you Derrick. I guess foresight can lead to that
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Eerie and lovely all at the same time!
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Thank you Marissa. I hope you are doing well. Have been so busy and have missed out on so many lovely blogs I follow
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deeply impressive…
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Thank you Mihran
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