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アラン Dec 2
Footsteps and
the whispers held in the mouths of gods
black as pine needles
old loves like mountain rocks
sculpted into shrines
that glint in sunset

paths and trails
purposes oblique
hawk cries and
the lake that sparkles in morning
アラン Nov 18
The end of Memory
Hard and dull, matt surface
Plaster white and bitter
Tasting of no return, no reruns
Just a passing out of reach
Animate to inanimate
Clockwork spring extending

End of memory
Not forgetfulness of a Lotus eater's gape
Nor distance crowded out
With noise and meaning filling
All the gaps
The spaces left for colour and
The lines that merge in a single
Perspective point

Of memory
Gradual fading and graduation
Stutters of old strangeness
Pretences of identity
Nighttime of distant blues
Past sunsets
Or mountains drawn
Childish grey pyramids
Sinking in childish grey sands

Memory
Unspoken and
Matt and
Linear and
Lunar and
Lastly
And
アラン Nov 17
sulphur rose petals
tumble in defiance of
the ghost breath breeze
suburban chintz fragments
red browns and
stained glass lead black
waltz together

shameless trees refuse
naturally dutiful blushes
cover their nakedness
with still dull echoes
of verdancy

Funa bask in the river
shadows beneath
what distortions
vague weather weaves

somehow my footsteps
seem too heavy
アラン Nov 15
Love weaves poetry
from two voices
defter than any poets pen
and in silence
imbued with passionate memory
my pen weaves
just an echo
backlit by Love!
Originally titled Cameo - and renamed when I recarved it - but was the original title better?
アラン Nov 14
Cast in amber shadows
Slow the thick light gathering
Slow the evening’s long embrace
The moon’s sigh soft in the clouds
And drifting down
Stardust showers us

In the shadows time’s passage
These stardust mountains and valleys
This end of eons, far from the stars
At the far side of the turning wheel
In amber shadows end the day

Once two vast stars danced
Together their heavenly minuet
Burst in wild ecstasy, spinning and turning
Burst in wild ecstasy, fire and burning

Now together we dance
Slow to the memory
In each other’s arms,
Of when we were once stars!
The elements that constitute the bodies that we wear now, were forged in the hearts of long dead stars.  This stikes me as incredibly romantic.
アラン Nov 11
Not a rock
carved smooth ovate
immutable in ossified intent

but an egg
quiescent peacock hues
hatching in YOUR imagination
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