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Names of affection,
(Little Eddie, Sweet Baboo)
projection and deflection,
(Camille, Flame, Agapanthus)
colours and food,
(Pumpkin, Bean, Red, Blu)
some, unmentionably rude 😉
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Prompted by this post at Go Jules Go
To mark this
anniversary,
this man-made construct
Why?
To remind ourselves
of your light lost,
that we miss you?
Ten years on,
no reminder necessary
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I try to keep warm
in the memory of you
But within embered years
a cold truth lies
beneath aphoristic ashes –
“Time heals all wounds”,
“This too shall pass” –
Over my dead body, perhaps.
DNA silk
Stars in blood
In galaxies’ web
We’re spun with love
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* I took these portraits of my beloved nieces a few years ago and post them here with their permission *
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I understand why you do,
You don’t know why I don’t,
the eternal divide between us
yet
radiating paths to the light
do not darken love,
the eternal bind that ties us
“In the dream,
she
got on the bus
and left, not
looking out the window,
you
crossed the street
and disappeared
into the crowd, never
looking back”
I
tried to erase
this, but
it’s grown
a monstrous
smudge
was it the 500,000th
cigarette
that threw the switch,
sent
your light flickering?
i see you bathed in darkness,
no light, no air,
just the rasping
of short-circuitry
Was the timer on before
you were born?
i don’t know…
Maybe the 500,001st
was the nth
of vice,
lights-out for a pulse
If Leibniz were alive, i would
ask him,
but we wouldn’t
share a smoke
I glimpse
your ghost
in
the sure hands
of a carpenter,
the polished grain
of Oregon pine,
the automatic way I
switch off the light when leaving a room,
the geometric folding of
a newspaper
on the train,
UPPER-CASE EMAILS,
those who talk to
dogs
as if they were human,
to humans
as if they were
joy itself,
the cheerful scatting
of a man in his shed,
brother’s
exasperation when someone goes right
to turn left,
sliced tomato on toast,
and – every morning –
in the shapes
of my
toes
—
She wanders not lonely as a cloud
but angry as a dust devil,
with judgement cloaked in blaming shroud
slowburn of anger, febrile.
What fate befell that sweet, sharp mind
now plagued with thoughts of violence
to spawn sensibilities so unsound
and increasingly mere silence?
What confounding ills did rear
this sullen, raging presence?
A once bright light, no longer here,
her love, an evanescence.
She,
a dark planet
stuck in the orbit of expectation
something will save her
from the debris littering the path she chose
An undesire to reflect
on why the universe
will never realise her wishes
He, a cold supernova,
burnt out,
no longer lights her way,
too busy planning his black-hole oblivion
With the ring back on your finger
you sighed and slipped away
but forever it’s a mystery
where you went that day
Did you see them watching you
and whispering in your ear?
When you took your final journey,
did you know that they were there?
Did you sense that we were not?
No-one can ever know,
yet child-like we still ask ourselves –
that day, where did you go?
a long time ago
I learned to smile
and say, “No.”
when strangers ask
if I have children
gone the polite mask
as mental narratives unfold
comforting themselves
no need to be told
I’m done with the baggage of family
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