Remain viewing a message spent
clocks are headed toward twelve, screen shows delivered, not sent, eight minutes into enquiry delve. Easy trust in huge tall man grown way from tiny as years traversed, friends, all of whom well known at house not by a club dispersed. Is group we trust from his school stayed fast together seven years, now are separating see lives duel interstate or join cross city peers. And once small shadows passed now burly men heavy see parade, setting sight on lives soon to cast on their own, we the parents fade.
In faint edge find a light breeze
cutting through the koel’s song, bustle of cars in amongst trees as thunder rebounds in among. To mesh of blue and grey skies confining as a hand knitted top, lightning fizz in zipped disguise street crowds shelters if shops. Between vast European brands add upon best Asia can supply, there are centres more strands for miles as if the crows did fly.. Porsches racing Lambos speed noisily down a one way avenue, passing small trucks soon freed are carrying tens to open view. While clouds clear in moments now the people walking return, a sun bold is drying pavements once more tourists parts burn. Resting in hidden on a branch koel’s continue a pitch refining, another nest to join to tranche their calls, Singapore defining.
If I posit people are composed
of facets that vary in shade, and that glint as sparkle towards a stage. Then, if so, could we describe the behaviour of a gathering, as glass prisms interacting in a group together? Baffling the light, meshing shadows, while at the same instant, glinting in separate paths? Hanging near to each other in fixed positions, that vary only in intensity and not direction. Meanwhile technology has changed that simple linearity, with parts no longer fixed, but on separate rotating orbits. In close contact, then away, to deep darkness like comets. As I begin to understand why chandeliers are now passé.
Chinese friezes seen metres high
reaching as stairs toward clouds, ebony black, bamboo tints apply, conversation hums in the crowds. The distant clink of fine porcelain hurries by metal clatter of spoon, marble witness in pale grey stain as table cloths sweep over room. Central chandelier orchid below flowers hang heavy in pale lilac, conversations soft in space row, plants thick of shade right back. Large formal chairs around brim mobile phones, duelling in stress, half will exit to the pool to swim, others suits as go about business.
The room where the US negotiating team with North Korea had breakfast each day in the Singapore Shangri La, Garden wing
Glitters among a casing of gold
quartz are veins infused riven, to welcome a stranger are writers glitters the gift all seem given. Sparkling the halls of ascent promise as hail associations hence, artistic endeavour rich in crazes space lies between a barbed fence. Crafted a virtual playground distant so borders do not touch, where vultures flying do roam only created in dreams or such. Descends a sense of unease inside the quartz, wringing blood. those welcomed are of difference outsiders find their end in mud. Tradition from a single nation familiar as observe roles supine, radical, a narrowness of thought spout ever a complimentary line. Precious metal naturally nuggets then refined down to gold bars, on the surface easy to miss if defined an authoritarian parse. And those that dare question (as if in true art we are bound), politely discarded to chambers challenge lost in excuses found. And as taken out of the group noted the absence of noise, originals have nuggets panned, from the passing girls and boys. .
Steel verses steam water's strain
odes dissolve the waves to ship, humanity barely buries the slain in consciousness blood left drip. Battles we enter as pathos seize enemies seen with false minions, warships hunt in distant degrees as we battle currents of opinions. Muse off upon sorties with guns poetic rhymes left below to sink, shattered bodies blood left runs lives staring at foam in the drink. Creativity of world will dwindle as the sweep of sand and waves, blasted back by a cordite spindle where was that peace all craves?
Quiet but for the sneezes and feet upon wooden floor
another woken, heard noises when opening the door, little one sleeping still in distance a faint magpies song Sunday morning in the suburbs while resting all along. Upon blazing skies see an aeroplane in distance score quiet but for the sneezes and feet upon wooden floor, Sunday morning in the suburbs while resting all along pause in a days welcoming rays as sleepy eyes belong. Clouds dancing in the horizon a growing tide is strong Sunday morning in the suburbs while resting all along, quiet but for the sneezes and feet upon wooden floor, a moment seeking company while still a presence raw. Sunday morning in the suburbs while resting all along. a stirring in bedrooms now as to calls here find belong, nothing like a day with kids when no surprises in store, quiet but for the sneezes and feet upon wooden floor.