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Walk in the Wind

I took a moment to

walk

in the

wind,

It took hold of my limbs
and danced me to the skies,

An invisible guide

that found its way
inside my mind
and whispered,

“It will be OK”,

Showed me there’s another way,
That there will be another day
beyond this night,
That it’s all right
to sometimes hide away,

To secrete my tears amidst the rain,

To stifle sobs until they fade,

To mask the pain,

Because a walk inside the wind
clears the cobwebs of all sin,
clears out

e    v     e     r     y     t     h     i     n     g

and muffles all their din
so I can let the right ones in,

Reset,

Restart,

Rescind,

so I can win.

 
 

Photo credit: Radu Voinea

 

Inspired by the dutch word uitwaaien:

uitwaaien

Jetsam

Unequivocally,
My favourite place to be
is free
of all things sensory,
Where it is, quite simply,
just my mind and me,
Suspended in a reverie,
Where I’m floating on the deep dead sea,
Or drifting aimlessly
down the great Yangtze,
Sculling soundlessly
between existence and something heavenly,
Where I can jettison anxiety,
Clear out every bit of life’s debris,
Shed the front I allow the world to see,
And for an aeon that’s, sadly,
momentary,
I can just be
me,
Unequivocally.

 

napowrimo2015Today’s prompt was to use a writing exercise to help you write about your favourite place, room, person etc… I didn’t use the exercise but I did write about my favourite place: alone… in my mind!

White Noise

napowrimo2015 It’s day 4 of NaPoWriMo and writer’s block / stage fright has kept me silent thus far. Here’s the piece that finally broke through……

White noise,
Unmuted angst
scrambles through my mind,
A crackle of the ghost
of the rhyme
I’m trying to find,
Blurred vision,
pulsing temples,
There’s a heartbeat
in my dome,
Like a drumbeat
in the darkness,
Amidst the mental throes,
A word?

A word.

A word
and then there’s two.
And then a torrent gushes in;
Tumbling through the spume,
Stampeding vocables,
irrevocable,

Must let the right ones through.

But the screen flicker is too grave,
Blink rate breaks,
Fatigue pervades,
Backlit pixels like tiny lances
joust with mental waves,
Time to power off,
Back to basics,
Back on course,
Ink on paper?

Ink on paper.

Ink on paper
lulls the noise,
Words become poised,
and now they hush,

(Shhhhhhhhhh)

Now they rush to form
a ordered queue,
Stanzas stand in single file,
Chaos funnelled and subdued,
White noise has slowed…
White noise has ceased…
Brain has calmed…
Brain has peace.

Diminuendo

I close my eyes
and I can hear
the passage
of my life,
Each ticking of the
metronome;
A second closer
to the end of time,
Diminuendo,
Each beating of my
waning heart;
A minim closer
to the end of mine,
Lentando,
But it’s OK,
As the moments
wash away
into the ultra white
that marks
the failing of my sight,
As I edge closer
to the come what may,
to the end of stave,
to the moment
darkness
meets my day,
I become the pause,
I am the peace,
I am the silence that
this moment reaps,
I am the final
breath
of deep relief,
I am the saline tear
that dances
down your cheek,
The farewell
that through this
chasm creeps,
I am the gone,
The tacet, the rest,
I am the nothing left,
I am the screaming silence
that is death,
And it’s OK.
Fine.

Clearing

Air so still that it freezes time,
So pure that one breath will clean
the aches and ails and other grime
that pollute each fragile being.

A blanket of blue has been unfurled,
Embroidered with sheer white clouds,
This azure tapestry wraps the world
in the most awe-inspiring shroud.

The crystalline surface of the lake itself
is nature’s misdirection,
Looking just like a mirrored shelf,
No more than a sheer reflection,
But what is hiding underneath
that cerulean, glass-like ceiling?
None above would ever believe
the whole kingdom it’s concealing.

And all the trees that gather here,
And chase each other to the sky,
Their whispers become oh so clear
if you stand and close your eyes;
They speak the pledges once avowed
by all those who have been;
All those who stood where I stand now
and who saw what I now see.

Every traveller who finds his way
to this clearing in the trees
can have his greatest fears allayed
and quench his soul with total peace.

 

napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge was to write a poem from a picture.

Two Hundred Miles

It took two hundred miles for my heart to heal
Two hundred miles to forget what I feel

The first mile I held you and wouldn’t let go
To mile forty I refused believe it was so

By mile eighty I hated you and all we had been
I cursed you with loathsome abhorrence extreme

After one hundred miles I begged, “don’t break my heart,
If you just say you love me we can make a fresh start”
Twenty miles more and I was down on my knees
Pained from the strain of my frustrated pleas

It was one hundred and sixty miles when I hit
The most hollow and emptiest bottomless pit
Despair and depression of the most profound kind
Numbness so powerful it captured my mind
I would lay there just staring, no more tears could I shed
For the bitterness consumed me, my soul torn to shreds
One seventy, one eighty, one ninety went by
The worthlessness stayed until one ninety nine

Then two hundred and I managed to catch a quick breath
The air filled my lungs to an incredible depth
The rush was a gust of refreshment untold
I felt the strength grab me, the peace taking hold
And at once I was calm, I was at peace with the fact
You hurt me, you left me, and you aren’t coming back
I am no longer yours, nor are you mine
I accept that it’s over and I’ll be just fine