Rewinding the clocks

Rewinding the clocks

2 December 2016

 

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Tick me strikes

Clock me from afar

Withered hands

Grasping Time

Gone though we have come this far

Ending in blind war

 

You paint me

In feathers and tar

The joke spent

The dream dreamt

I have no reason to sleep

Eyes express dissent

 

Blazing rays

Ignite fading scar

Is this all

That we are

The eyelids scorching now weep

For more we were meant

 

You raised me

In black chains kingdom

The mind stilled

Overkilled

Paper joys and lies distilled

Like venom of dark

 

Hidden spark

A love shining bright

Heart’s delight

Out of sight

Ringing through my brittle night

Cradle for the right

 

Hark now hear

The oncoming rust

Red powder

Speaks louder

Voices nearer to the crust

The rumble now clear

 

Nurtured talks

My flailing embers

Bringing flame

To my name

Sacrifice the worthy’s fame

Rewinding the clocks

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Rebirth – Poets of the Fall

 

 

Indentures

Indentures

7 April 2016

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There are roads

Winding through thickets

Wild bushes

Tangled trees

The heart of where humming bees

Fierce lead to freedom

 

The bridges

In between the worlds

They shiver

Rumbling stone

On their tar I walk alone

My feet grey blue smoke

 

I hear calls

Of towering bluebells

They ring knells

Of kingdoms

Cheshire cat whose head I stroke

Purrs in mirth’s response

 

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They abscond

The reasons excuse

Their flight dark

Bridled spark

We walk while dogs sit and bark

Random happenings

 

The chest heaves

Ounces of regret

Woven tight

Into might

Fading strength as he believes

Truth of falling leaves

 

Knitted words

Loose ends flying high

Encounter

Indentures

Between whispers and the sigh

I find your heartbeat

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Reveal – Bliss and Lisbeth Scott