Seagulls Homecoming

Seagulls Homecoming

4 January 2017

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The grass blends

With the breeze of icicles

Sways within its gasps

 

Frozen white crystals

Partition of the fractals

Internal rings light

 

The snail is woven

Into shell of ringing Time

Blackbirds will flutter

 

Swallows in the sun

Moving through darker mists fly

In stillness the might

 

Daffodils shimmer

Through vibrations of sunshine

Inner bears outer

 

Moonbeams will glitter

In pitch-black diamonds glimmer

Shades of Netherland

 

Iris wells dilate

Mind in Heart diluting trend

Imploding explode

 

Wings of lark propel

In ocean of starry void

All stones to avoid

 

Dreamtime will consume

Ages of wings now growing

Seagulls Homecoming

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Day One – Audiomachine

Across the Horizon – Audiomachine

HomeComing – Audiomachine

 

The falling children

The falling children

31 January 2016

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Each of them

Unknown mother’s son

Their graves white

Their hair cut

Their tomorrows spent in night

Their haunting timeless

 

Lily white

The stone on the Earth

Trace of them

Fading slow

With the last pieces of bone

Replicating loss

 

The tears dark

Blackwashing markings

Rimmel lakes

Connection

The soul a weary bundle

The struggle to sigh

 

 

She awaits

Hope within bosom

Her plaits neat

Flowers strewn

She had kissed him to wane moon

He will call in well

 

He lies deep

Battered and lonesome

His clothes pressed

Upon his corpse

They had sewn in his blown feet

He walked on a shell

 

 

They crawl wild

With the gnawing news

Inhaling

Exhaling

Orphaned dreams set their dark fate

The falling children

 

The love lost

Three times blown over

Ghosts hover

Angels weep

Her love so deep now asleep

The forever kind

 

A twin loss

Her womb now empty

She stares blank

The walls smite

Like those silent lilies’ sight

Her wish? to be blind!

 

Reading of the poem: 

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In your head zombie – Cranberry

Strawberry Fields – Across the Universe

They dance alone – Sting

Now that the trail has gone cold

Now that the trail has gone cold

15 November 2015

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In the beginning

Time washed me on empty shores

Shell of air that hung

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She breathed me Fire

Mother wove me from her womb

Golden thread for stars

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She covered me clay

Rising tides her Oceans spent

Nights on my dark hair

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She swelled me tremors

Beating Heart she raised me high

Tidal waves my blood

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She kneaded me bread

The black and the white she joined

Every mouth to feed

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I wake in her ice

Now that the trail has gone cold

Heart follows her scent

Only my Mother

Scent of Jasmine knew her feet

Ambrosian Life

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