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st64 Jun 2013
turning..turning..turning
how it ever
turns


1.
they all pass me by
everyday
and no-one says a word
to me

the earth moves
one more time
and it all
starts again


2.
on their way to work
high-heels totter
they chatter on
birds in smoke
hardly aware

from the evening subway
attachés whisk past
looking so important
eyes down on text
talking into boxes
streaming... streaming
endless

onto the bus
a struggle
a pram is lifted
distant cries of a baby
an echo of an old man
in a park nearby
sitting, lost in thought
counting the arthritic joints
of his fingers

skateboards
in such great haste
as on an almighty trail
somewhere

footfalls go
some clackety-clack
a thousand by the minute

by now
I lose track
of the number


3.
they look my way
and they don't really see me
not anymore, anyway

I'm just there

but I hear it all

the steps..
they clack-flash across my ears
the words..
they flaunt over my silence
the secrets..
they furtively long to share with someone
the awful rush..
they long to shed
the frustrations..
they find no space for
the dreams..
they ache to realise


4.
only *the mendicant traveler

comes by
once daily
with a battered Coke can
to sit and keep me
company
just for a while
a little while

leaning against me
I smile inside
to think
I can still be somewhat
useful

or the occasional trolley-lady
who guards all her assorted treasures
a bric-a-brac of unrecoverable dreams
all neatly piled neglect
reflected in
society's abandoned grown-up child

then, that funny visitor
comes by
to bestow on me
hebdomadary gift:
his customary ****

too lazy for a WC!


5.
I am just
what I am..
on a wall
as pretty as they come
yet half-invisible
and
I am here

how
I keep track
of
all the beings'
coming-and-going

as the busyness
of life
keeps
turning..turning..turning


(once in a while, though...a new pair of eyes may flash upon me and love me for my worth.
then again...just for a few seconds...but it is enough: I may be peeling now, but I am such the fine burgundy-and-green masterpiece, of a rather stunning bird, caught in mid-flight.... that once was the great love of my esteemed master, the eternal artist...long, long ago.

and I can smile...inside)

I dare to smile, yes..




how the earth moves
one more time
and it all
just
starts again





S T, 26 June 2913
The more things change, the more they stay the same.

Do so love the use of metonymy.




sub-entry: 'pictures etched'

1.
a fine day for rain, it is
soaking into earth
warding off all noise
but the gentle
pitter-patter
of half-born
ideals

2.
such grasping images
come
all attentive
and
tremors unaware
ensconced
by
pictures etched
deeply into psyche
they sit

slow birth
of
some very
powerful
ideas

3.
then, write a heartfelt note
and lick a stamp
post it off
in a spiffy new
London-red box
and
wait..
distant destination

4.
final score
no parting

break down the wall
and
rescue that light
st64 Jun 2013
not everybody likes quotes,
but I kinda need the inspiration



I.
'A real friend is one who walks in
when the rest of the world walks out.'
- Walter Winchell (1897-1972), US journalist and author

II.
'In prosperity our friends know us;
in adversity we know our friends.'
- John Churton Collins (1848-1908), English literary critic

III.
'A friend is one who sees through you
and still enjoys the view.'
- Wilma Askinas (1926- ), US author and columnist

IV.
'You are a true friend
We cry through the bad times,
We laugh through the good ...
with happiness and smiles,
with pain and tears,
I know you will be with me
throughout the years.'
- Anon

V.
'Thank you for being a genuine friend ... one who is not afraid to say things, out of love, things that are hard to say and hard to hear but cares enough to speak up.'
- Anon




thank you for all the wise advice you have given me
I wouldn't be where I am today if not for your guidance*




S T, 25 June 2013
none of the above quotes is from my pen (disclaimer)



How I do loveeeeeee Voltaire!

:)


Some of my ultra-faves:

1. I may not agree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it. --Voltaire

2. God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh. --Voltaire

3. The best way to become boring is to say everything. --Voltaire

4. Judge a man by his questions rather than his answers. --Voltaire

5. I should like to lie at your feet and die in your arms. --Voltaire


for more of the humorous and witty Voltaire, see:
http://www.whale.to/a/voltaire.html







sub-entry: 'tolerance'

1.
and so, step outside
a little
just to breathe
to find which way visible
to see which direction next

twirling destiny
on the end
of
fingertips

2.
speak clear
own your opinions
take stock
yet
show tolerance
extend kindness
to one
who may just
feed you
on your sick bed

3.
yes, the desert camel
may support itself well
until a really dry spell

thus, please shut not that door so
cos, unbeknown
I see you still
my sweet friend
through the window
of your care
st64 Jun 2013
ouvrez la cage
aux oiseaux



1.
boughs
extending wide
so wide
leaves
hanging all around
expansive over
quiet latticework
dappled vitality
fusing into
spurts of fine conversion
intense
loving arborescence


2.
attending to dirges
ingesting tedia
accepting indifference
yet
in stark contrast
heaven holds out
a handful of dream-dust
if we but chance
to reach
into *sacred reverie

dare to
escape
from land


3.
slide down
the arum's scape


..into you







S T,  24 June 2013
a lovely day to see answers in ....leaves

a lovely way to sift through ....and reconcile to thought of credence.

:)





sub-entry: 'exfoliate'

1.
exfoliation
a good friend
always welcome
shows new shoots
fine shedding of
valued depletes


2.
why battle to embrace it
when it happens every day?

fear not the flakes
proof of growth
of care
remnants sere
holds
no inadequacy

but offers
in turn
flux
much-needed
mulch
such kind humus


3.
fall dreamy over
the creamy tip
of the lily's dip
give over easy
slip in


4.
lustrous reds
copper peeling off
orange curling

latter offerings
not inattendu
never late

russet array:
intensified brunette palette
leaves
fall..
st64 Jun 2013
fool-proof umbrella
covering protégé
adorning brilliance

no purple moments
folly forgotten
iniquity barred
fountain-pen spills
in lampblack Indian ink
when letting go
rose bush on fire
in the mountain
claims
rock-hard granite
heat melting
higher meeting..so fleeting

concluding well
deep
sans senses
catch scent
wrapped in sound
sudden arrival
rivers flow yet endless

such relief exquisite
still
not quite
fruition
not yet..

four leaves wait
count a quarter
at a time
yet fretless time
caught in veins
of
chlorophyll dreams

time to fill
maturation
to come..

to plant seeds
into blazing buds
just
not yet..



S T,  13 June  2013
I'm singing in the rain
I'm singing in the rain...

tra la la...

:)

thank heavens for photosynthesis

real good things take time to grow, to ripen...with sunshine, rain et al..

growing, growing, growing . . .
st64 Jun 2013
peace
please



private property..
intruder hurtled over
seeking who knows what
screaming obscenities

perfect pitch..
find little solace
but by going within
hide well beneath veneers

possible perfection..
but with one
so* very far away
loss near calamitous

pardon presumption..
get over discomfort
pick up sad face
work with it

passable poetry..
may reveal a layer or two
if the inner eye ready
shove preconceived away

puerile pretence..
try to prove points
only to efface the truth
lose bits of the light

petty prisons..
all just deadly excuses against living
get locked in by the self
unlock the cell, throw key away

please..
peace




S T, 12 June 2013
when we expect nothing, we won't be disappointed :)
st64 Jun 2013
stripes and spots can change..
growling inside

teasing a cat in a cage
even a small big cat
can prove a pretty hazardous thing

wait till it's free....


S T, 12 June 2013
:)
st64 Jun 2013
how he loved his sweetheart queen
she always wore the silver bracelet
he gave when she turned sixteen
now their kids are growing; how time has flit



10 a.m.

Eyes opening, sun comes streaming through the windows. It's so late!

I rise, feel so groggy....what's this weighty load on me...?
I've been sleeping, yet feel profoundly *weary
.
Where is everyone?
"Muriel...?"
I get to the bathroom to wash and shave.

My wife appears at the door, "Honey, where have you been? Oh, we haven't seen you in so long... Welcome back! Come down for tea, dahling."
She pours a glittering smile and reaches up to touch my cheek with the back of her left hand, fingernails painted deep red...her nuptial rings still a dazzle after so many years...but she....
"Alright, dahling?"
"Y-yes, dear."

She had never called me darling...or even dahling....before...!
Huh?
And off she goes, to the kitchen.
Welcome back?? did she say?? And her eyes were shining so bright...
Wait a minute....just  hold on ....what....??
I shake my head, unable to toss some heavy feeling....a dense cloud in my head.



10:30 a.m.

Now I'm dressed and freshened up, I head down.

Feeling better, I see my warmhearted and humorous son at the pine dinette table.
I smile warmly as he turns to look up...I remember the promise that we'd go fishing this weekend.
"Hey, budd....."
I reach over to touch his hair, but he flinches away..!

"Who's this, Mom?" Kyle demands hotly.
My wife gives a bright smile which doesn't quite reach her eyes and says: "Now, Kyle....behave. It's Daddy.."
"Oh, he's just .....tired, ok."

She waltzes over and politely hands me a steaming mug.
What in the name of....???
Over the cloud of coffee, I watch them all.
Little Jenny, but my jolly toddler...now on her mother's hip...watches with wary eyes and reaches out to scratch me, her pacifier hanging from a blue ribbon, like a noose from her 'happy-smiles' bib.

"But Mom, he's been away so long...for years and..."
I hear him whispering sullen and lizard-like, to his mother....but he's hissed into silence.

What in the heck....?
"Now, children," Muriel says patiently, "go play out in the yard..."

Oh, I'm feeling so frazzled!



11:00 a.m.

I decide I've had enough.

My wife is at the sink, thickly busy rinsing cups and plates; she smiles sweetly, humming.
She never did like doing dishes....
Now there she stands, looking all coiffed and made-up, hopelessly incongruous...

I shake my head; thoughts roll and collide, like mysterious marbles across my mind-floor...
Kyle watches me hostile, from the garden...arms folded defiantly across his chest.
Jenny's on her tricycle, red as a fire-engine.....eyes blankly staring, bent on crisscrossing her scalene triangle trip.

I turn to ask: "Muriel, where's your bracelet, dear? You always have it on."
"Oh, dahling...don't you worry. It's upstairs on the dresser."

And yet.....I was there earlier whilst dressing, and I didn't see it!

Baffled, I step out to the kids.
I prune the bougainvillea and then rake some leaves. Hairs stand up on the back of my neck....
It feels as if I'm being watched...when I look up to see, they are all quickly resume their activities.
Muriel just keeps on that shiny smile for me.


11:30 a.m.

This is it.

As I rake, some leaves make way for a clearing in the yard.
Bending down to scoop some up, a shiny reflection catches my eye...there's the silver bracelet with that beautiful twist of blue as gemstones.
What was it doing here...?

Still pondering, I see my wife's head **** up from the kitchen window...lips curling back...oh, no smile this time...body looking too *****...eyes like saucers, way, way too interested.....

I look down again...move some more leaves.....a curled hand....But it looks like ......

I recognise my Muriel's hand, her clear and pushed-backed-cuticle fingernails....her arm..her face....but.....
she's here.....!!

What the.....??

I turn round slowly to look.....only..... too slowly.....







how I loved my sweetheart Muriel
who always wore her silver bracelet
with that beautiful
twist of blue




S T, 11 June 2013
Partly inspired by movie 'Haunting in Salem'...just some ****** film I couldn't finish....lol
Dozed off and wrote this thing, instead :)


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