In punctuation

In punctuation

31 August 2017

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Erasure

Obliteration

Inside me

Doves fly free

Outside borders now shaken

Through vows we’ve taken

 

You fly high

Your shape dark tattoo

Etheric

Composure

Minutes before disclosure

Tale of who is who

 

Vibration

Energy coursing

Through my skin

Subdued din

Voices hoarse together sing

Branding face with wing

 

We summed them

In punctuation

Dots in cross

Cross in dash

Marble now crumbling to ash

Fragments of unseen

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Every day I have the Blues – Blues Dealers

Night Time is the right Time – Blues Dealers

You don’t Love me – Blues Dealers

As the cotton grows

As the cotton grows

28 July 2016

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Weather beats

Through my aching heart

A chilled start

To mornings

We will wither in deserts

When the sun rises

 

There are rhymes

In my mind’s blue hues

They plant clues

In morrows

When the boatman collects dues

Off my broken limbs

 

Bound in Time

The windmill that sows

Fleshy seed

Ethereal

Glowing through my barren frame

As the cotton grows

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Dying to live – Poets of the Fall

Rewind – Poets of the Fall

Roses – Poets of the Fall

Book of Love Book of Shadows

Book of Love Book of Shadows

16 July 2016

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She felt him everywhere. He was the morning sun, the evening moon the gust of wind that made her swoon into the vapours of the night. He was her glorious air and waning light. Dusk had him combing her strands under the shower and through his touch she felt a nourished flower. Dawn had her willing the sundown that he may forsake his crown to lie beside her again as time shifted into new axis. On went life like a joyride and never did he leave for a second her side. He was with her during her daily chores his unseen presence bringing her scores of answers to questions she never asked aloud. The choices were made before she even voices them in morrow’s gate and he was never late.

 

None felt him but her so vividly like only the fully alive can feel the fully undead. He was a walking ghost in her head. He visited her too when she was awake and never once ever spake although they had much to say to each other and all was said. From the choice of dresses to the choice of her suit the unanswered questions always bore fruit. He was that space in between the atoms and the atom itself. With her neither he nor she had any sense of self. They lived for the other that none would ever smother.

 

I live you and love you beyond Time he would say and to that reality she would endlessly pray. When the rain would fall she would hear of his ghostly steps the patter and then in the world nothing else would matter as she rose within and without to greet him and flout her newfound alternate ghostly world where she swam to the brim. A world where they would meet in between the blink and the eye between the joy and the sigh when the ravens crowed low and the moon was high.

 

He was there without a trace, the shadows a remnant of his face that she held so dearly etched in the suburbs of her retina so clearly as she watched him with her inner eye when together their ghosts to every whim did comply. I know you from before Time she said and laid her head on his chest where he stroked out of her mind all unrest. I love you from before Space he replied as he kissed her and sighed for all was now Grace.

 

There was not a touch she missed nor a spot on his frame she had not kissed. It was all there amid the drops in the air as it stayed in between a sheet of silken sheen. Material immaterial. Earthbound and aerial. Real and ethereal. He knew her every layer of her nightmare he was the slayer. Ever present ever absent a present in past and future tense which reworked the walls of her imagination. Stretched beyond belief, stretched beyond the falling leaf that sheltered the pages of the book that unfolded in her mind. A book she could read even if she were to ever go blind as its leaves were etched in her heart. A book of Love as it twined around her heart like a glove. A book of Shadows that only the heart knows.

 

Reading of the short story: 

 

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Hai Dil Ye Mera – Arijit Singh

Main Yaha Hoon – Udit Narayan

My Man – Geetha Balvannanathan

You are not here

You are not here

21-22 June 2016

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You are not here

Playing hide and seek

Within shadow of your smile

You and I take part

In teasing childhood games

 

You are not here

All wardrobes emptied

Of imaginary shirts

Worn with would be ties

Not chosen together

 

You are not here

The kettle boils

The humming sound of closures

As water simmers

Now breaching fever’s peak

 

You are not here

The window pane’s cool

Crystallising the vapour

Blowing off my thoughts

Winds down mind’s idle clocks

 

You are not here

Your voice a dark gift

An orchestra of taut chords

Ringing from the stars

Blending me in solace

 

You are not here

Ethereal shape

You whisper through the oceans

Dilating shrinking

Within circles of Time

 

Reading of the poem: 

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First Snow – Clint Mansell & The Kronos Quartet

Stay with me- Clint Mansell

Lux Aeterna / Requiem for a Dream – Clint Mansell & The Kronos Quartet

Immortal

Immortal

22 March 2016

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The breath comes

In surges of waves

Colliding

Collapsing

My inner realms synapsing

With your contact points

 

Aching joints

They scribble terse wills

Blowing firm

Into dust

Holding on to the Earth’s crust

As the world crumbles

 

We live plane

Intersecting hearts

Love lingers

A short while

Lo! routine with it departs

Into shades of loss

 

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I bear cross

Within my red palms

Nighttime balms

Applied thick

Now covering neat and slick

Circles of the pain

 

It will rain

Upon my meadows

The ravens

Will pluck eyes

Carved within sunken shadows

As I caw with crows

 

Immortal

Like blue butterflies

Flying free

I am whole

Wings remnants of unchained soul

Once you had freed them

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Immortelle – Lara Fabian

He

He

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He

Lit me

Inner Fire

Within the flames

Breath of the waters

The vapours shining light

Luminous condensed unreal

A point crystallised in the Heart

Within shades of morrows certainty

There where I would once again be free

Where fire and water played silently

The roads joining to then depart

The memories soft ethereal

Eyes waning losing sight

The mind now falters

Was it but games

He just liar

Easy

Me

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This poem is written in Etheree (and reverse Etheree) form. In this version I have left the 10th line as a pivot using it for both parts. For more information on the form, click here

Devics – The man I love

Reaching a place of stillness

Reaching a place of stillness

4 October 2015

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Spurting like fountains

My Heart spreads like a lotus

Drenching all flowers

 

Engorged in Essence

My love disseminated

Is carried by bees

 

The garden coloured

By fragments of my soul’s ink

Echoed in Heart’s prism

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The shining facets

Diamonds’ glow for a King’s crown

Built your inner sheen

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I danced beyond void

I looked into birth of fear

Which lost its voices

 

Look into abyss

I am below and above

Ethereal always

 

Expanding in love

Reaching a place of stillness

Where thunder lost sounds

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