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I

There was a time, when I was whole,
when warmth resided in my lungs.
Now bitter frost is all that's felt,
the wound of arrows in constant rain.

The arrow tip, that split in two,
pressed hard against my withered will.
In time it kept my skin apart,
from what I thought was always me.

II

Your eyes that flood in dancing turns,
like distant glow in night.
Withered beats of heart grow faint,
like friendships had in time.

I've always felt alone in life,
until I called you home.
The ice begins to melt on me,
to flood the only thing I need.
 May 2013 River Moon Willow
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my breath* .....

1.
the powerful, yet gentle wind beneath this dismal, broken flight
the crazy, brilliant ship on stormy seas;
can’t fly over to you ... on wounded wings
can’t sail the wide oceans .... without its captain.


2.
should grow up, by now....
but just can’t, ok.
why so afraid of what longs to be, what's meant?
let me tell you, this is real!


3.
how failure sits smug, an endless smirk
hopelessly try to put it all together again.



you are ....my very breath.... and yet,
you are ....still unable to see ....


S T, 30 May 2013
how did the sun go missing.....
oh, how the feeling of failure can dog the soul.
yeah, woof woof.
no entertaining of profound elegies here, ok.


sub-entry:

‘the places you took me’

1.
so many magical things we said and (almost) left unsaid
oh, how we tried to see if our jigsaw pieces could cascade and fit tight
myriad collections of happy squares and delightful triangles
and so oft, we tripped over each others’ thoughts.

2.
yet, what I love best ...will always be...
the places you took me ... oh!
into deep and silent caves - where we beamed our life-light
over the wheat-coloured fields - where we roamed so freeeee ...

3.
yes, I keep nurturing in steadfast hope
that arboured grove we planted together
and like canopied, navy night-sky, it flourishes beyond reckoning ....
despite your hectic absence.

4.
and then, you left me so
badly  a-hitching for breath....again
yet, the feel of you is so strong: intense
when the heavens pour rain ....like now.

5.
what a non-linear journey, you've lit the unseen way!
but without you, rain is just water falling
need to remember to keep breathing
oh, breathe me ......
Floating through a crowded space
Of turning heads and curious eyes.
An echo of the worlds embrace,
A fleeting struggle your mind denies.

Once accepted, strong, a friendly face,
Yet as earth turns around each day,
Confidence falls, sand through lace.
Each moment poised a shade of grey.

A ridiculous cry you know its true,
Yet something gets ahold of you.
It grasps your breath and feeds your soul
Of bitter noise, now less than whole.

Just snap out of this silly game,
A dangerous sport too much at stake,
A lifes at risk, more than a name.
Endurance more than you can take.

This too shall pass, repeat, repeat,
Struggle on, hold your head up high,
Stand and stay upon your feet
We never want to see you cry.
 May 2013 River Moon Willow
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Just
No finer purity
Standing in the sunny grass
I hold a small posy of yellow flowers
Off to seek my fortune in the spring of my life
Open eyes, half-smiling and shy, this is my whole world.


S T, 9 May 2013
Fotograf Printanier.

A beautiful snapshot of my son (then aged 4-5 years) in our overgrown garden, exploring the joys of insects and vegetation.

He is so lovely and very inquisitive, always full of questions, half of which I find myself unable to answer!

:)
 May 2013 River Moon Willow
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Opened a book today
My eyes fell upon a page of poems
How odd, it feels so familiar to me
Yet, how can this be?

Picked up an organic instrument
And played a song I do not know
Whence cometh the inspiration?
Only from the whispers of ..... a previous life....

These things I see doing, I claim not expeditious
For it's only if and when....the muses decide to see fit
A mere vessel to transport what already is there!
Every possible thought-combo has its keen template.

Never did an equestrian thing before
Yet I find me mounting superb horse and ride
Flowing action, wide awake and so thrilling
No expletive required to tell of happy lingering.

Going upon the mountain to pray, this day
Not to find you
But that you ....find me
Don't you just give up so fast!

Can't deny strong polarising effect in here
This life affords us another chance: second time around.

S T, 4 May 2013
Hey, man...hello.

:)
I cry because there is so little
we can do about
the things
that don't go quite right
the sorrow and mourning
to the blue skies and mornings
such a spectrum of difference there is.
You smile and my world
lights up
somewhere, someone fades
closes their eyes and their light
burns out like
a candle
and I worry about you not texting back
amongst the twinkling blue lights
with the shouts of other youth filling my frown
i look to the sky

i look to the sky
searching for a moon
i search and search

because i know if
we look at the same
fated moment for that brief second
it's as if nothing had changed

through all the love lost
falling out of it
and missed calls
and tears

and minutes

and seconds

and hours

and weeks

and years

i haven't heard your laugh

you and i can see
our moon
our love
that rooftop where you held me when i cried
and we are the same

and we are the same
that blue light you saw. sitting with her.
with her.
and i know

i hope
i dream
i ache
that you will know me
again

through the missing moon
i'll wait
i'll look
i'll search
My eyes dont reflect your moon above,
Simply they became one.
In withered branches too weak to hold true,
To the words escaped from my breath.

"Ill never hurt you", I explained in faith.
Faith turned into endless wonder,
With a rope wraped onto a crater in the moon.
And ties our hands to one.
Distance is our only time of trouble.
Along with adolescent dreams and troubling hearts,
Wasting days and nights on overlooking circumstances.
Wishing to be the shelter in your dream last night,
Wanting to feel your hair in my hands.

Sometimes you’re out of reach.
You swear you’re out of control.
But I’ll tell you, darling,
Times like those won’t last forever.
This time apart won’t last forever.

And when those days come around to awake,
Coming home to where we live.
A yellow house on the end of the road.
With a white picket fence that keeps our hearts close,
And a sense of overwhelming love.

Sometimes you’re invested,
On the thought of loneliness.
But I’ll tell you, darling,
Times like those won’t last forever.
This time apart won’t last forever.

— The End —