Awaiting the sun

Awaiting the sun

11 November 2018

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The rhythm is that of the wind against the fallen leaves like a banshee wailing. Her mind syntonises with it finally as she picks up pieces of the shattered glass in front of her. There is no saying how much time the wind will continue to blow relentless. Her mind blows with the wind, flying high in the sky gathering momentum. At the same time her body continues to mechanically operate on its own. She carefully stacks the pieces of shattered glass in front of her and starts her daily work of repairing the window pane again.

She must have repaired it a hundred times yet every sunrise, the storm strikes at the same place again with the tree breaking through the window instantly killing her husband yet another time. Every day she wakes up again with the agony of knowing that she will again witness the scene of her husband’s death. The torture of knowing that initially numbed by the pain of his horrific death all she will be able to do is pick up the pieces of the shattered glass and start repairing the window as if to negate that it happened at all pursues her daily. She lives dreading the moment of initial sunshine which once made both her husband and her so happy.

She realises that she will never be able to grieve the loss of her husband as by the time she has finished repairing the window it is night time again and she falls asleep, exhausted. The first days that it happens, she does not remember exactly what has occurred but is only left with a sense of foreboding. Upon waking up that sense of foreboding slowly grows throughout the first week although it remains quite hazy. As time goes by , however, memories of the day before play back with excruciating precision.

She usually wakes up already knowing what will happen and totally helpless as she watches the events unfold. All she can do is repair the window in a wild and desperate hope that the next time, maybe at least once, it will not give way as the tree comes crashing through. Some days she would work her fingers sore until the nails almost peel and her fingers bleed and yet the next morning she would wake up to perfectly manicured fingers, her stomach tense with the knowledge of the oncoming onslaught.

Her mind soars higher as her fingers work swiftly repairing the window pane. She feels the moment when the night descends softly around her body that falls back on the bed. She watches as she lies almost lifeless her breath ragged as she struggles to overcome the sleepiness. Yet the slumber slowly overcomes her and her breath becomes more peaceful. It is the darkest point of the night now. Soon the killer dawn will strike again. She watches the body of her husband turn around and embrace her body.

Something inside her chest expands and she feels it stirring her body as she looks onward. The sun is about to rise and the winds are still howling. Her mind continues its wild jig with the winds. She knows that as the sun rises the storm will pick up strength and the tree will fall over breaking through the window pane. Her mind stills itself as the winds continue howling. The first rays of the sun pierce the horizon.

She opens wide her mouth and as it slowly rises she finally swallows the sun and the storm slowly loses its strength. Darkness falls all around as heat scorches her mind. She can feel the light exploding throughout her skull. She clenches her jaws as her mind maintains its stranglehold on the sun. The tree never moves again. She rolls her tongue softly over the blisters on her tongue. In the darkness beside her she can hear the soft breath of her husband. She utters a soft sigh and turns toward him holding him tight.

Let’s pretend – Tindersticks

Tombstones seal

Tombstones seal

2 May 2017

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Skies that rise

Forgotten the wise

Set sunrise

On demise

The nothing in glaring beam

To be what they seem

 

Birds that mock

Seasons out of stock

Set the lock

On havoc

Desolation way of stream

In the human dream

 

None to stand

I let go Her hand

Cattle brand

In the land

No power left to rewind

Destiny of blind

 

Sands that grind

Rising seas unkind

Stars that wind

In Her mind

Death oncoming theirs to find

Earth in crust to bind

 

Dust piling

Thunder beguiling

Ropes filing

Times riling

Unshed the voice of the meek

In the desert streak

 

Ceilings peel

Pillars downtown reel

Tendrils feel

Tombstones seal

Winds of raging death that reek

Of destruction’s peak

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Dream 1 (Before the wind blows it all away) – Max Richter

True Love that fenders

True Love that fenders

26 December 2016

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Seasons fly

In the greying sky

Winter’s last

Face downcast

Brooding through the memories past

Fishing net to cast

 

See me rise

In eastern sunrise

Land yellow

Heart mellow

Soft they spoke now they bellow

Seeking own fellow

 

Safety keep

In the rising heap

Bones that pile

Wilting smile

One by one they cast down tile

Sweltering roof beguile

 

Shelter build

With the Golden Guild

Bridge in ink

Over brink

Cast the shores for ships that sink

In true minds hearts think

 

Chest to bare

Dragons lay in lair

Holding dear

Scales to rear

Music boxes that they fear

Balance of the seer

 

Crawl ensnare

Three who move the air

Breath benders

Pretenders

Guards of night that surrenders

True love that fenders

 

Reading of the poem:

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Nothing really ends – dEUS

Magdalena – dEUS

Little Arithmetics – dEUS

 

Heart given completely yonder story untold

Heart given completely yonder story untold

11 November 2016

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In circles concentric on blue shores that unwind

Green grass for the meadows sun fed light for the trees

The mindset eccentric sees where normal is blind

Black tears for the widows that in the bleak night freeze

 

In the cold of the dark sad women stitch a path

Where lilies grow whiter than snow in the prairies

Where the walk in the park ends in waters of Bath

A pool glowing brighter than wings of the fairies

 

From the waters that split we will see the Gods rise

Lurches from blue oceans swallowing all the lands

Save the throne where I sit entranced by the sunrise

Forgotten all my sins as water seeps into sands

 

The breath that defeats me lies within chests of cold

Heart given completely yonder story untold

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Ash Grove – Laura Wright

What did you say your name was?

What did you say your name was ?

5 December 2015

 

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Time loops in waters

Relentless moment’s pursuit

Stillness in shadows

 

Aching belonging

Surface of the Truths lurking

Lost in specks of sand

 

Your face remembers

Within the spiralling sparks

The touch of my hand

 

Eyelids fluttering

What did you say your name was?

I’ve known you somewhere

 

Eye withered your thoughts

Braced them Amnesia’s bouquets

Fragrant memories

 

Nose puckering up

The familiar scents crafting

Pictures of me framed

 

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Ears glistening lobes

Shivering recognition

Stories from my Heart

 

I coughed up dark ink

Stark memories of morrows

Icy beginnings

 

You lent me ravens

Sight of hopeful Times seething

Painful the teething

 

I chewed again hurt

Hidden glass in the morsels

Of taste and of sheens

 

Driveway to deserts

Actors playing million parts

Screenings in sunrise

 

The fluttering lids

What did you say your name was?

Let’s begin again

 

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The Cranberries – When you’re gone

 

A promise whirls wind

A promise whirls wind

1 December 2015

 

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The reeking trees bark

Whispers of life in fading

Airborne breath of leaves

 

Scattering sunrise

Hushed moments of late dewdrops

Wrestling with bubbles

 

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A swarm of blackbirds

Heaved and fled for deception

Crows for nightingale

 

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A promise whirls wind

Within howling desert scenes

That gathered tempests

 

Parched earth cracked a smile

Its hollow insides swept dry

The splintering rain

 

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All the promises – Skye