Seven months..........not really "normal service resumed" but we're still here, still trying, still batting on......
The Face Map.
Decades of life left
scars,
Faint ribbons of contour lines,
Yours recorded laughter,
optimism and love,
Mine more the history of beer, tobacco and deep
loss.
Yours the ability to shine, to rise, to glow,
To
dance and grow, and flower,
Smiley brown eyed girl,
Revives
the hope, and wonder, and love.
Dispels and dismisses the
sadness,
Banishing my grief, my wallowing sorrows,
And lifting
my heart to the living plane,
Still decades of healing and life,
and laughter,
And, that glorious glint in your eyes......
The
Flight North
Leaves, broken pieces,
salty,
Shards, splinters of hearts and hopes,
Returns, sorrow
drive North,
Dead lovers' wasteland, questions.
Not dead,
sleeping, smouldering guilt,
Lives collided, as quick
divided,
Three hundred miles, inexplicable,
Waves of gravity,
spectrums of grief.
Embers flare, refuse extinguishment,
Gordian knots of decisions and hope,
Flame, bringing the
cancers,
Unfathomable fire-ring survivors.
But no, 'twas
not to be,
Mirage, late night telephone rows,
Thousands of
unanswerables, and leaves,
Remembered hypocrisies, and loss.
The
clearest hindsight everyone had,
When they wouldn't, or
couldn't,
Hear alarmed, veiled misty warning,
Gentle advice
from good friends.
Leaves the trinity diverse,
Irreparable,
perhaps, as the chapter ends,
Her choices, and change, and
his,
And in living fading memory, mine.
Riddle me this,
connection,
Completion, inexplicable destruction,
Part
healing, dear feeling,
And yet more lessons forgot.
Walked in the Woods
Walked in the woods,
Cool,
dry, scented, safe,
Seeking the silence.
Deep
into the secret valleys,
Within the greenery, beech and firs,
And
rocky lost places,
Deeper silence, places, dreams.
The Fisher King
Undergrowth, where it
over-hangs,
The glassy depths, of deepness,
Is your shady
realm, the places of secrets.
Azure, faith and turquoise
glints,
Secreted vantage points, above your purview,
Boundary
places between two worlds,
Lightning flashes tiny
flames.
Ridiculous camouflage, so brightly tuned,
Betimes
invisible, the fleeting, peeping,
Evasive flight and a leap of
hope,
Arises in her heart again......
All the Faces.
I searched all the
faces,
Tracked the lines, cracks, eyes,
Smiles, crows-feet,
frowns, dimples,
Reading all the histories.
The loves,
scars, broken spirits,
Glints of humour, generous, rare,
Road
maps of late night adventures,
Midday loss, grief, sad sad
mileage.
Dry river-beds of old tears, laughter,
Wordless
expressions of a million tales,
Glances of fear, insecurity and
more,
Bright, clear eyes of soaring hope.
Smiling eyes
dismissing old regret and hurt,
The serene, wise, confident,
self-aware,
Safe in their self-knowledge,
But none were either
you, nor me.
That didn't hurt too much.
Two written today, and the others were just scribbles in a note-book, though to be honest one might already be on here somewhere a few years ago, I couldn't just find it when I looked though.......
It's a wet and disappointing Saturday in July, so why not update the old Blog?
