Poetry

Wednesday 18 April 2018

The Spring time of Mother Earth

All these fugitive pieces, like lists of luck
Fly in the air
The spring is speaking volumes
In her horse's hair
 and her mission brief
Is to cut Dido from her genetic inheritance
The black and white swan of misfortune
Tears at love's corners
robbing sufi, realism in its stride
It curtails anxious apologies for the
weakness inherent like radioactivity after a disaster


Luckless hands, their time is up
Sutured in the robes
In which they're stuck
Felled in the circumstance of the front room back from school
When we watched videos of ghost stories
So we could be cool
And moving soliloquies
Of soothsaying bandits
who hung out in old church pulpits looking
For their congregation of thieves

I needed this message from the stars
After the pool
When she would be there waiting with a towel
When the school bus took off back to school
And we lined up like
Good boys and girls to file out
And Matthew flicking fingers and we all jumped in
And our bodies were new
And not broken or scarred
And nor were our hearts
But that is what life does do to you
If you think you will stay perfect
I've got news for you
You can't

It is like trying to catch a rainbow,
Or to stop the ice from melting in
Your palms
It is a hopeless situation of love and life that is always running out
But for the moments of precious time like
When we are together and we catch the present
Like a sacred fish flashing in a net
Only to put it back again into
The stream of consciousness
We should and must do this always
And without regret

She was there for that
Was how it was meant to be
For a time to know the now
And now to know eternity
In the present moment
When all moments melt into now
Then perhaps she will be at peace

No more indecision, or grasping for what can't be known,
No more fear of the future
Anticipation of catharsis
Like digging up old bones
No more purging of the self through guilty
roleplays
No more negative feed back effects
Just the pure time and self of one
Who is at one with no regrets

I hope for her this beauty,
This peace of mind and body
This oneness and union
With the universe as a whole

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