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 Dec 2018 S Smoothie
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now solitary
life counts stillness' hours
winter's austere white

-cec
 Dec 2018 S Smoothie
Jen
Rain Song
 Dec 2018 S Smoothie
Jen
Raindrops
Sing as they
Patter beneath.

A choir
In
Song,
Ground
Catches them,
Listen.

No need to be down,
No need, no need.

Look up as these
Elements fall.

Raindrops,
Make her want to dance,
Swim
In Anchor Fog.

Breathe, as you know
You are free as
The tempest.
It's raining on this beautiful, lazy Sunday.  Lasagna made with garlicy bread so delicious.  Listened to some beautiful lo-fi rainy day sounds and suddenly the rain just seemed like a song to dance to. :)
It's terribly poetic how time can break down things in the most beautiful of ways.
In the End, It will all fit together.
 Dec 2018 S Smoothie
The Noose
This isn't midnight
This is the cold grip
of a nightmare
reminding me
some things
can't be escaped
This is me
lowering my gaze
to not make
eye contact
with the agony.
 Dec 2018 S Smoothie
The Noose
I hope you'll have
the strength the clear the road you are on
You are a conquerer
I know you'll have the heart .
 Nov 2018 S Smoothie
Rich Hues
Cloistered within her living walls of flesh,
Soapstone skin, breath minty fresh,
Bursting ivory, towelling dressing-gown,
Laughing as she bounces up and down.
First line is stolen from 'The Flea'  by John Donne.
 Nov 2018 S Smoothie
Pagan Paul
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I awake in the night and whisper your name,
is it just a dream when only silence replies?
a melancholy descends like a blanket of shame
at the arousal of remembering your Siren's eyes.

Such sleep as I had not enjoyed in long ages
disturbed by the intrusion of an old lovers face,
rearing up to unbalance the serenity pages,
your name passes my lips with yearning grace.

Unsettled by your surprise and quiet arrival
I lay back, anxiously sigh to the waiting void,
uneasy closing my eyes, craving dream survival
but the illusion of rest has now been destroyed.

I sleep in the night and whisper your name,
is it a dream as the silent in mute rejoice?
A sadness drops slow like a blanket of shame,
at the distance of remembering your Siren's voice.




© Pagan Paul (21/10/18)
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