Children face the light

Children face the light

23 September 2018

 

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Blackbirds in mind swirl

Loud cries’ strident pillars felt

Weight in my tear ducts

 

Soulless creatures crawl

In the dark alleys some breathe

Agony in mind

 

Sun bursts in sockets

Jasmine withers in heatwave

Known features dwindle

 

Windows carry floods

From peaks to valleys we drop

Blood from the Elders

 

Crimson my waters

Morrow’s seasons shook in tides

Wavelength scorches sight

 

Dark eyes starry pools

Small hands tools of forgiveness

Children face the light

 

Reading of the poem: 

The sky is crying – Gary BB Coleman

Shedding leaves

Shedding leaves

25-26 August 2018

 

She walked through the swarming streets heading towards the beachfront. She smiled at the woman who crossed her path and touched her outstretched hands that were offering her a garland of jasmine woven with small roses. She took the garland and put it around her neck as her hair was too short to weave it in there. She paid the woman, smiled and moved on as the woman waved at her smilingly.

 

The sun was high in the sky but the sea remained grey as usual. She had wondered when she had first arrived at the seaside why the sea was always grey but had got used to it. It seemed like it had to blend with the darker colour of the rocks on the seaside. She thought back to the beautiful sparkling beaches in North Africa and wondered whether it was the pollution here that made the sea turn grey close to the coast.

 

She sat on a rock overlooking the beach and stared at the sea. The waves were making a gentle lulling sound interrupted from time to time by the shrieks of children jumping into the water. It was a joyous sight but somehow she could not help her heart feeling heavy. She could not get over the feeling that something had completely stirred out of control in her destiny, changing her future, and that it was not by chance. Barely a year and a half had gone by but it seemed like it was light years away.

 

Back home to keep the memories of those moments of the future she had glimpsed she had resorted to collecting falling leaves in which she mentally inscribed glimpses of that future. Over time, the future she had seen seemed to be slowly fading into oblivion and she would then take out the leaves to remember. Each leaf reminded her vividly of a place in time where she had been in thought and where she had lived an incredible adventure filled with love and happiness.

 

Her right hand felt for the small basket that was tucked inside her handbag. It was still there and she sighed a sigh of relief. She wondered how it could be so small and hold so much at the same time. She got up from the rock and resumed her walk but towards the canal this time. It was one of the rare places in the city where stagnant water was not necessarily a synonym of stench and rot. At some points it even looked beautiful with profuse vegetation and a small bridge-like construction.

 

The water was a sombre green. She walked to the bridge, looked over the edge of it and slowly emptied the small basket. The leaves fell into the water and swirled away with the current caused by the wind. She watched until they were out of sight and felt as though her heart were leaving with those swirling leaves. Yet she knew that she could not hold on to the leaves as a totem anymore. They had to disappear for what they represented to reappear.

 

Those moments of the lost future she had lived had to be reintegrated within her. They belonged to her and had to be a part of her again, not relegated to the role of externalised memories. Her heart warmed slowly with the returning memories that filled her being with love. It was as if the release of the leaves had opened a dam within her. The images cascaded in her mind like a whirlpool of sunny water as they filled her neurons. Tears of joy streamed down her face and wiping them she lifted her head and smiled up at the skies. It did not matter anymore that it had been steered away for it existed out there. It was forever hers.

 

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Winter Aid – The Wisp Sings

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

My lover’s dances

My lover’s dances

26 February 2017

 

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My lover’s dances

They are petals of jasmine

White across black tar

 

My lover’s dances

They are mute conversation

Speech all red matter

 

My lover’s dances

They are the song of the lark

Singing through night bird

 

My lover’s dances

They are the wings of the hawk

Totem swoops on seas

 

My lover’s dances

They are the heartbeat ancient

Of void and matter

 

My lover’s dances

They are the blue symphony

Of purple blooming

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Hierophant – Ben Leinbach

The weightless measure of things

The weightless measure of things

25 February 2017

 

The bird that sings loud

Beckoning to the springtime

Beating in my heart

 

The snowdrop that curls

Around the trace of white snow

Shifting on the road

 

The bougainvillea

Red branches that bear its frame

Heart of the garden

 

The Jasmine exhaled

Scent of the renewed morrow

As Musk hid in dusk

 

Petunias explode

Purple and carmine carpets

Shower in the green

 

The heart that beats soft

The weightless measure of things

That the robin sings

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Mother’s Wingspan – Ben Leinbach

In between two worlds

In between two worlds

18 October 2016

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Ghostly hand

Meets my knee’s hollow

Breathing slow

Pulling back

Memories of scent to stack

Jasmine and amber

 

The clamber

Vertiginous scale

Edge of sight

Born twilight

The shimmering radiant light

Engulfing me frail

 

Swishing tail

Breath of volcanoes

My liquid

Burning toes

The calming down of the woes

Cool in composure

 

Exposure

My chest a wasteland

Red dragons

Birth anew

We tamers gather in few

Riding over sand

 

Pungent feel

Your head now will reel

Chilly flakes

In the sweet

The lips pursing as they meet

Dots so explosive

 

To forgive

Connecting the dots

Molten thoughts

Lava stream

Scorching my back in a dream

In between two worlds

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Free – Stevie Wonder

7 Seconds – Youssou N’dour feat. Neneh Cherry

Crazy – Seal

The scent of musk and jasmine

The scent of musk and jasmine

17 September 2016

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I feel your fingers

Reaching out through the wind chimes

That desert breeze moved

 

The play of promise

From elevation to drop

An uneasy road

 

Integer constant

The wholeness of your spirit

Containment an art

 

Sensitivity

Outreach of the slow goose bumps

Your hand on my back

 

Old movements unlearned

Reacquiring sensations

Delving into Heart

 

Olfactory load

The scent of musk and jasmine

As our bodies blend

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Song from a Secret Garden – Secret Garden

The colours of us

The colours of us

1 March 2016

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Radiant

Your presence a gift

I unwrap

In silence

You are present in absence

Soundless story told

 

Love defines

Landscapes of hushed pines

Ringing soft

Needles’ rhymes

Working their magic mending

Tattered souls of old

 

Trails are cold

The scent of heart stays

Beyond stamps

Of meaning

Beyond the doubts now clearing

Remnants of footsteps

 

I am strong

Will more than biceps

Birthing stars

I exhale

Stories of love told on Mars

Which fierce spears inhale

 

Eye to eye

We meet our semblance

In mirrors

Of bright words

The shepherd beckons to herds

Through staff in the pen

 

Clucking hen

Cooped up in the dark

Her wings torn

Her eyes wild

She loses a daily child

Harvests of the mark

 

Trading point

Our prayers now joint

Hidden walls

Cold membranes

Count of numerous blue valves

Between Heart and brains

 

We see not

The wilting jasmine

That invokes

Scent of spring

The ghost of love that we bring

It beckons dying

 

We will dance

Like sightless flowers

Pliable

Bending slow

To the winds orchestrating

The colours of us

 

Reading of the poem: 

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He needs me – Hindi Zahra

The Man I Love – Hindi Zahra

Stand up – Hindi Zahra

Silence – Hindi Zahra

At the same time – Hindi Zahra

Beautiful Tango – Hindi Zahra

 

 

I fall through the cracks

I fall through the cracks

8 January 2016

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I fall through the cracks

In between tiles that shudder

Winter’s ice-clad touch

 

I fall through the cracks

Dropping from the wall’s peelings

That autumn rain cast

 

I fall through the cracks

From one ledge to another

That summer clad beige

 

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I fall through the cracks

Where the light clung to ceilings

White like spring’s jasmine

 

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I fall through the cracks

As the air opens its pores

Sizzling mist around

 

I fall through the cracks

As the skies open their arms

Shedding me sunrays

 

I fall through the cracks

Between needles and clock’s face

As Time slowly dies

 

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Her Scene – This is Who I Am Now

Rumi – You will not know me

How do you crush an Angel?

How do you crush an Angel?

6 December 2015

 

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It was winter’s cool

Evenings spent in the garden

Time struck Eleven

 

Flickering white pairs

All but the one destitute

Lulling lights Seven

 

Jasmine exhaling

Frangipanis twining in

The scent of heaven

 

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A whiff of her frame

Mother, she speaks to my Heart

In my soul she plays

 

Tell me then blue child

What upset now your belly

That Trinity bore?

 

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Mind in between thoughts

Webs of feelings alternate

Confusion galore

 

Heart spoke of fatigue

The tireless clocks that wound

Butterflies’ pathways

 

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Famine and hatred

Fabricated woven webs

Bitterness and lies

 

She pointed to skies

How do you crush an Angel?

As your faith slow dies

 

I blew them a kiss

Gifted streams of my eyes’ pearls

Hushed in Heart my cries

 

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Angels calling me – Denean

A choir of angels Ave Maria (Caccini) – Tom Cully – slowed down