He

He

24 December

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He

Lit me

Inner Fire

Within the flames

Breath of the waters

The vapours shining light

Luminous condensed unreal

A point crystallised in the Heart

Within shades of morrows certainty

There where I would once again be free

Where fire and water played silently

The roads joining to then depart

The memories soft ethereal

Eyes waning losing sight

The mind now falters

Was it but games

He just liar

Easy

Me

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This poem is written in Etheree (and reverse Etheree) form. In this version I have left the 10th line as a pivot using it for both parts. For more information on the form, click here

Devics – The man I love

Of perhaps and of maybes

Of perhaps and of maybes

2 September 2015

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You didn’t know me

I, gazing back realised

That neither did I

 

The scent of your skin

I did not know it either

Like a raw green fruit

 

Translucent and bare

Ripening under some sun

That rose pitiless

 

Its shadow stretched out

On lands that called to my mind

Loved Tuscanny

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Perhaps life will sway

Buckling under the treasure

Of those lost moments

 

Perhaps life will weigh

From the fruit at its edges

Like a slanting trunk

 

Maybe love will skim

Giving in to the pressure

Of its own torments

 

Maybe love will learn

From its own unkempt pledges

Like a rabid drunk

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Perhaps love’s desert

Where the sands move tireless

Waves on raging sea

 

Perhaps love’s a stream

Renouncing gift of water

Where mirrored light glows

 

Maybe life is firm

Its roots planted in the ground

Like an olive tree

 

Maybe life is gift

Scarcity does not matter

Where abundance grows

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Perhaps just to say

Per actual happenings

That real would spell out

 

Maybes aiming high

Tokens of when I once wished

An unreal clout

 

Banishing the doubt

Perhaps in string of maybes

Occurring, waning

 

A life made of chains

Of perhaps and of maybes

Blurring differing

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Hypothetical

Breathed in hoping may it be

As day’s sun shimmered

 

Perhaps whimsical

What’s left of time’s passing me

Recounts that glimmered

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Are we done hiding?

Are we done hiding ?

28 August 2015

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Across time’s slumber

Within weave of web so deep

Our souls will step in

 

I know you read me

My voice a confused whisper

That your soul would hear

 

Your heart reaches out

Entangled in desire

Body through soul speaks

 

I feel your hunger

Ravishing every photon

That in me vibrates

 

Soul’s vision derails

Optical nerves’ wrong eyesight

Of pining unreal

 

Mind wanders to thoughts

Of your possibilities

Tangled past present

 

Close or far you weigh

This urge to delay outcomes

Of intricate tasks

 

Hush, let it shape slow

This second sight of union

Between our two forms

 

I see you, it fades

Intermittent visions shine

Are we done hiding?

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