(Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s poem ‘The Raven’)
Shall my lips again be parted
And from my depths that name
Since she left me tired and broken
With a mind that’s weak and darken’d
And beyond the will to utter.
Yet, as visions begin to stutter
From my lips it slips –
Silence is the sound I’m seeking
From a mind that always thinking,
And a heart that stays a flutter.
Yet as my soul descends I mutter,
While myself I keep berating
Impossibly my voice keeps grating
Just one word, my love-
Peace No More!
To see a bright and vivid sunset
without my thoughts again beset –
Of the times together shared
When I often thought and dared
To join our lives – to be as one,
But then happiness became undone, and
Pointless life persists, without –
Let this life that’s lone and saddened
Terminate the grief that’s maddened.
By drawing breath and just once more
Screaming at the heavens, I’ll implore –
Banish breath from this ashen heart
And have for me a brand new life to start.
A chance to whisper once again –
Broken glass litters the floor.
As I hug my daughter against my shattered heart.
I feel her warm tears.
We sit huddled against the refrigerator door.
All this breakage...
She’ll want to come back to us again…
…I’ll probably say yes...
The sun is a pale disc.
The fog bank moves in from the South.
Everywhere is grey and shrouded,
Except the grass beneath my feet.
It remains green for me -
even when she’s not here.
Strung in long chains
Drape from balconies and across pergolas
A hubbub of voices
A riot of colour
An extravaganza of flavours
A painted elephant
A sacred fire
Two souls are joined
Does the sun rise for me,
Or am I rushing to greet it?
Does the moon forget to touch me
As she slips below the horizon,
Or have I simply failed to watch anymore?
Does a friend slight me,
Or do I fail to understand his pain?
Does a relationship turn sour,
Or was there nothing there to begin with?
Does the old soldier sip quietly on a rum
Because he needs the drink,
Or does he salute dead mates?
Is life a construction site,
or a constant reconstruction site?
I’m not sure…
sleep ensnares my thoughts
like hoar frosts steals early dew
her mem’ry maims dreams
homes become rubble
religions bring discontent
life is such a mess