Month: June 2015
In the beginning
The Weaver
The weaver’s figure
Exhibits consumed attention
Interlacing threads
Forming a combined element
Introducing old folklore
Into a material musical composition
Creating a woven fine picture
That dances
Side to side
Blending the association of weave and song
Into a passionate
Embrace
Death Cafe
On entering the woodland burial ground
All conscious thoughts
Rational and emotional
Will be depleted
The permanent cessation of heartbeat
Greeted by the shrouded govenor
With outstretched skeletal fingers
Holding the blood red Osiria rose
The key to entering
The death cafe
For the occasion of your loss of life
And into the afterlife
Still Life
A deserted broken house
The empty wicker chair
Exposed to wind and rain
Hard soled boots
With dry, cracked collars
Lay abandoned
The untended overgrown garden
Strangled with thistles
Magnolia flowers in full bloom
Contrast the dusty gray
A Still Life
A representation of past and present
A blueprint made ready many years ago
The ending
Creating the beginning
Of a new type of existence
Where nothing comes free
A Poet’s rendition
The performance of the written word
In translation
Creates distorted voices transposing converstaion
Into a time delayed sequence
Having the characteristics
Of a narrow street moving into a distant horizon
The illusionist stimulating the mind
Giving the reader the penchant for indulgence
Exciting the ravenous needs
And awakening hidden desires
For the propitious reverie
And conception
Of the poet’s rendition
In modern voice
Traversing pergatory
Love this
A trick of the light
Sends you spiralling
Into darkness
Spending years
Searching for an oasis
Only to find
More desert
At the end of the rainbow
In the end
You welcome the jaws
The maw of darkness
Deep in the emptiness
There you find your centre
Your calm place
Alone, without doubt
But free
And without fear, or pain
Metamorphic (palindrome)
Set variables
Created change in expression
Fragmented moments Stirring breakdown
Amended appearance Shifting consciousness
Allowed visual context Transforms state of mind
From dramatic actor To comedic performance
Freedom without The chameleon dancing
Within the forest
Traveling
The forest within
The chameleon dancing without freedom
To comedic performance From dramatic actor
State of mind transforms Visual context allowed
Consciousness shifting Appearance amended
Breakdown stirring Moments fragmented
Expression in change created
Variables set
How plastic is your brain?
Here’s a conundrum told by an eight year old boy, the son of a colleague. Time yourself, use a stop watch or clock to see how long it takes you to figure out the correct answer. perhaps write down (as I did) where your thoughts go. As a fellow writer I expect it will go to the lengths that my thoughts went – way beyond the obvious and into varied directions.
Here goes
There is a round castle
Inside the castle there are 4 people
I person, the guard is dead
There is the cook, the baker and the maid
The cook says she was in the kitchen cooking, the baker says he was in the baking room baking bread and the maid says she was cleaning the corners
Who out of these 3 people killed the guard?
My mind went straight to where was the guard found, how was he killed, what was he wearing etc etc then the thought process went to why the guard was killed – who was having an affair with who, was there money involved etc etc.
I started to create stories within stories for each character and for why there were no other characters and so on.
I didn’t think of the obvious!
Did you?
Down by the River
Where the Ibis search
Decaying bones
Of past Warriors
That fought in desperation lay
Their ashes blackening
Penetrating the soil surface
Linking to the
Emanating
Indiscriminate
Sounds that betray
The Machiavellian Reaper
Who waits behind
A mask
Of decaying wood
planning his next move
Along the forest floor
That leads to
Olivera’s
Door