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 Jul 2016 Pauline Morris
katie
dream
 Jul 2016 Pauline Morris
katie
there was a
dream here
once,
it came in
        via the
rain,
fed crops,
     livestock, us,
but at dawn it
had gone,
    taken the
bus to
somewhere
it could belong,
somewhere
         made of
sturdier stuff.
I imagine
     it rolling itself
up into
             the dust,
         coating the
backs of tongues,
speaking a
        language so
different to my
own, I imagine
it finally feels
like home.
Five years ago today you departed this earth
5 years, 5 months, 5 minutes, 5 seconds, they all conjoined instantaneously, so conveniently
I don't  recall the day of the week , the time of the day
Although I memorized  the confines of your face,  your rugged unwavering  hands
Your guttural voice often immigrates within my head
When I soul search, I look for you
The fading  air that I begged you could take  
Fretfulness settled into the restristed room, submerging into wetlands
Incomprehensible grief as we bathed in tears
Prayers were addressed to our ears
Gentle brushes against your skin just to feel your warmth
I thought what is the sound of a heartache?
Because I knew at that moment even sorrow knew  grief
Having no words for my own mother who lost a son
Knowing that there were three brothers and now one is gone
Recognizing how delicate brothers can be, yet unbreakable

I envision you discovering fistfuls of copper
A sacred river that delivers  peace  and there's  berries to pick
With sawdust on your fingertips and a smile upon your face
The fish are  always biting, and you can always hunt deer
Rings of kaleidoscope colors paint the sky, calmly on the shore
Miss you Dave so very much.
Like nobody sees the naked air
Nobody notices her quiet tears
She longs for a light, a fire perhaps
To embrace all her unyielding fears.

She dances her spirit in the rain
Claps with the crowd and hides the pain
She dreams of a place to live upon
Before she knows it, she's come undone.

Nobody hears the way she speaks
Taste of her own doubt makes her voice weak
In the darkest of the night she cries
No single star to guide her wish in the sky.
Broken hearts can mend
Memories will fade and decend
Trust can never be regained
And their scars remain on skin
How is it that forks in the road
Are decisions that cut like a knife?
No matter what route we go
The choice may not be right.
Angry words leave mouth to relieve
But forever haunt those who hear
Think before you speak.
Whar is said, cannot be taken back.
apparently
we live in times
in which disasters chase each other
around the globe in never-ending sequence

    or is it just the real-time news media hype
    that gives us this impression?

yet even if I generously discard
the ****** massacres and crises
far away

there are enough rough dreadful things
that even if they don’t affect me ******
do touch my heart and make me grieve
with the afflicted

methinks we’re coming near the point
when the majority of normal people on our globe
will rise an tell fanatics of all creeds
to shove it  
     take a shower  
          just go home
and let us live our lives in peace !
When letting go means broken nails
Desperately clinging onto broken dreams
Bleeding knucking as you constantly fail
To hold on with all your being.

Burning tears flow down your face
A thousand knife wounds sting all the while
As your life ebbs to a desolate place
You still  greet the world with a smile
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