Burning memories

Burning memories

31 March 2019

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Seeping water moves

Cracks in the building’s basement

The shivering frame

 

Walls disintegrate

Particles float around me

A way through rubble

 

Edge of the cliffside

Six daffodils greet my sight

Burning memories

 

Reading of the poem:

Open water – Javier Navarrete

The unknown facets

The unknown facets

26 September 2018

 

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Life’s mysteries form

A pleat within destiny

Traces of camphor

 

Neatly tucked away

Remembrance a robe of light

My nostrils inflamed

 

Repeated chipping

Eye discovers in the seams

The unknown facets

 

Reading of the poem: 

Familiar – Agnes Obel

Death converts to life

Death converts to life

8 September 2018

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Highways will lead North

Where fog and sea surrender

Intimate lacing

 

Wish upon my bones

Call to the elders that know

Stories of caskets

 

Moonbeams grow shadows

Within heart of the meadows

Fairies live prancing

 

Hold my gaze to skies

Illuminate my bosom

Rose insulates me

 

Lightning bears a door

In between threads and the bolt

A crack reveals light

 

Invert destinies

Redress stories of duress

Death converts to life

 

Reading of the poem: 

Don’t let me down ft Daya – The Chainsmokers

Dust

Dust

22 May 2018

Storm woman Andy Bate

 

The night exhaled the scent of jasmine into her nostrils. She opened her eyes and peered into the darkness. She could hardly make out the outline of the jasmine tree’s branches. The pot with the tree had been removed by a friend who had taken the jasmine tree but the branches clung to the little hedge and still flowered. It was a curious thing to ponder on really. How those flowers could still bloom and the leaves still stay green while the tree had been snipped away from them was another of the mysteries of life. She went back inside her room where the darkness was thicker and lay her head on the pillow. She would check tomorrow if the leaves had begun to wither finally and she would then disentangle them from the hedge and cast them away.

The next morning was a gloomy grey morning as the dust from an oncoming sandstorm piled into the skies. She went to check the hedge and surely enough after their display of frantic desire to survive the branches were going limp and some leaves had turned yellow. The flowers too seemed withered and forlorn. She wondered if she should take them off right now or wait for all the leaves to become yellow before she would throw them in the bin. Looking at those desperate branches made her think of the eventuality of what consciousness went through when the body came to pass. Did all people’s consciousness linger desperately for a while without a body trying to find a way back into this life or unlike the flowers did they just stop blooming and join the collective consciousness the minute the body’s time ended ?

The dust in the air thickened and she could feel her throat going hoarse as the particles invaded her nostrils and found their way into her lungs. She sneezed as the wind picked up moving more dust her way. The branches heaved on the hedge and some of the yellow leaves flew with the wind before it settled bringing them to the ground. She reached out into the hedge and started easing the branches off it. As she piled the leaves into a heap, the wind picked up again and the branches scattered all across the pathway. The sky grew darker as more sand flew with the wind walling off the sun’s rays. She continued easing off the branches and finally gathering them together she cast them into the bin outside the gate. As she entered the house she could still smell the wane scent of jasmine mingled with the unmistakable sandy smell of the dust in the wind.

Dust in the wind – Melanie Safka

Throbs and vibrations

Throbs and vibrations

1 April 2018

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The river flows

Endless and coursing

Through the rocks

It pulses

Sound of life and afterlife

Throbs and vibrations

 

Reading of the poem: 

Double Dutch – Jesse Cook

Hands towards the sky

Hands towards the sky

25 March 2018

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Rushing winds

Whistling through the night

As I rise

Within skies

We are more to realise

Boundless our soul’s core

 

Breathe me more

I am humming heart

We gather

When we start

Travel to the edge of dreams

To heat of sunbeams

 

Inside me

Photons whiz madly

Journey on

Relentless

Infinity extending

Hands towards the sky

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Live on Forever – The Afters

I know you love me still

I know you love me still

19 January 2018

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Thinking about the things that we used to do

The bond that was built between me and you

The life that we had shaped that seemed so true

All that’s left of that love is my heart so blue

 

I know you love me still

Your heart calls to me shrill

And I won’t stop until

I break through to your will

 

We had so much going between us two

You and me is the only thing that I knew

Now I’m left dazed and with no clue

Why the lies they said shattered us too

 

I know you love me still

Your heart calls to me shrill

And I won’t stop until

I break through to your will

 

We had so much going between us two

You and me is the only thing that I knew

The life that we had shaped that seemed so true

All that’s left of that love is my heart so blue

 

Singing of the lyrics: 

I know you love me still – Geetha Balvannanathan