Time and Time again

Time and Time again

8 April 2018

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She looked out of the window at a blue sky full of fluffy clouds. Ironically the clouds reminded her of how the memories of him were slowly fading. She had known him once with utmost certainty but now she was not sure anymore. She thought back to their first encounter. Not the one she remembered consciously but the one that had been at the back of her mind when they had met fleetingly on the small strip before the beach. When she had glanced at him then and her eyes had met his she had known deep in her heart that it was him but the thought had been so preposterous that she had had to brush it aside, grit her teeth and walk on. She had then seen him go into a sports car that was parked on that strip.

For years the memory had haunted her. The thought that she had walked beside the love of her life and not had the courage to take a chance and speak to him had weighed her down for years. Then he had reappeared in her life. First in a ghost-like form with no words said but for the evanescent image of him. Then with increasing precision in the form to which was added a telepathic communication. She wondered whether he was aware at all of this or if she was the only one seeing and hearing him. His spirit-like presence then became a daily routine in her life but left her with the ache of not having him around in flesh and blood.

She turned back from the window and glanced around the room which was submerged in pale light coming from the one window that was open. The room reeked of wasted memories and unshed tears. She wished she could turn back time and go back to that moment to see if she could change the course of fate but she knew it was not possible here and now. It reassured her to think that there was a version out there in the Multiverse where she had taken that risk and was perhaps growing old with the love of her life. He whispered in her head that he would come to her Time and Time again when the elements were favourable. It reassured her even more to think that maybe serendipity would put them both on the same path again. In Time. She smiled a wane smile before the tears finally welled in her eyes.  Someday…Somewhere…In Time…

 

Somewhere in Time – Maksim Mrvica

Supernova in making

Supernova in making

10 December 2017

 

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Wildcard score

Hidden in the night

Throbbing core

Blinding door

Supernova in making

Silence beckons soft

 

Deltas spin

Around my bosom

Aching flowers

Waning hours

Serendipity watching

Renewed momentum

 

Tedium

Rearranging paths

Salted rain

Subdued pain

Explosions inside of me

Black hole takes over

 

 

Stepping Stars – David Arkenstone

 

Tidal flames will scend

Tidal flames will scend

7 January 2017

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We append

Bravest heart commend

You offend

Whom we send

Through deceit seek to befriend

Disbelief suspend

 

We portend

Blue Messenger fend

Harmful end

We did bend

Keep your focus Garden tend

Foresight we attend

 

The Mind wend

Red and Blue will blend

Renew trend

Forts defend

Now a helping hand extend

For all Hearts to mend

 

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Lives you spend

New Time will not lend

We dispend

You misspend

Trodden heart now see impend

The final godsend

 

Falsehood friend

All crimes to expend

Truth contend

Make amend

Earthen belly we distend

Shallow greed transcend

 

Comprehend

Sorrow we unbend

The words penned

Souls ascend

The flaming seagulls descend

Tidal flames will scend

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Rapture – Jesse Cook

When Night Falls – New Age – Jesse Cook

Scent of a story

Scent of a story

13 May 2016

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Opening

Into emotion

Twining fate

Catching late

The threads of togetherness

Serendipity

 

Gushing thoughts

Musical stances

Elation

Of the touch

Out of this physical realm

Soft stolen glances

 

Slow capture

Unrolling phases

In half light

I witness

The unfolding beyond the sight

Scent of a story

 

Reading of the poem: 

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He’s Lost – John Sokoloff