The droplets ooze through,
sliding gratefully down branches
like stitches on the roadside.
Tendrils creep through painted cracks
crawling across-
as whispering leaves
close in shyness.
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Tag: writing
What to do??
Sadly, I’ve relapsed into a reading dormancy.
…Which also means no book reviews. I’m currently midway between a Wilkie Collins book, “Heart of Darkness” and “Sense & Sensibility”. I’ve never multi tasked with so many books before. I’ve considered getting on the bandwagon for the latest best-sellers but which are the ones to read?
So I started listening to audiotapes. On the plus side, it’s quicker than reading and you can rest your eyes!
Problem: I haven’t bought subscriptions because a) they’re so costly and b) the public domains I rely on don’t have modern books. It seems there is no way around it. It also requires your full concentration. After a max of 20 mins, the lulling words blur together and I either fall asleep, or zone out and have to rewind it all. What’s the solution??
Here’s hoping I get back to ‘reading mode’ soon!!
Defying Gravity
It defies gravity,
hanging on her bottom lip;
a twig caught in a spider’s web.
Suctioned by saliva;
a tender trail of spit.
The poison casts its final gasp upon the saturated sky,
expiring grey on grey.
Her fingers are gnarled tree limbs,
body small and shrunken, like
dried apricots in a vacuum pack.
She stubs her cigarette
on the school gates and turns,
to survey the field beyond.
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You
I miss you:
and the games we used to play
of trust; your wise, green eyes
carried on soft, dust laden wings.
I took for granted- ran out of time to say
regrets bound in the cold.
Travelling afar when I lost my way home,
to glimpse the vision of your decay,
I see the shadows in a burning room
dancing their sadness away.
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Alice
She walks on a tightrope to the sun
and falls in wonderment,
the uncorrupted flight of
fancy; fed to the demons
of a fresh chapter…
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Inspiration#11
“It is what you read when you don’t have to, that determines what you will be when you can’t help it.”
– Oscar Wilde
Inspiration #10
“One always has a better book in one’s mind than one can manage to get onto paper.” – Michael Cunningham
Canvas
The tent sways softly
in summer’s exhaled breath,
emblems of crests twinkling
white and mauve,
budding roses gently dance
weaving a canvas of brazen blue.
A ripple, brilliant sapphire mirroring
the tranquil lily pads,
dabbed from a painter’s jug.
Cat-tails trail loose their limbs
caressing its translucent glass,
bows pulled taunt
as archers release kindred arrows
in a flash of crimson light.
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The Creek
The creek ripples under a melancholy sun,
boughs shift their forms
to shake loose the morning’s dust
and intertwine the feathers of joyful reeds.
Deep in the creek in darkened shade
its tarpaulin a reflective shadow;
the spirits of the water reside
to brighten the hues of green,
under nature’s loving gaze.
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The Schoolroom
Mouths chewing in a mechanical rhythm,
that ripple shadows
on whitewashed walls
and etched wooden desks
with the history of well worn names
scribbled by pens
bent over the latest task.
Not a sound can be heard-
no, not a sound
save the fire raging
in beating hearts.
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