Just re-posting a very early poem from my first couple of weeks blogging because a conversation with a friend reminded me of it (for some reason that is too hard to explain). Anyway, for the many of you I hadn’t yet met in wordpress when I first posted it, I hope you enjoy the poem. For those of you who have seen it already, I hope you forgive me the indulgence of re-posting 🙂
i.
Mathematical precision
A melody
trembles into being
A solar system
aches with possibility
to communicate
All these stars
once gods and devils
splayed above
Visions and madness
Could this be
a type of love?
ii.
On Tuesday
the writer paused
to hear a rumbling within
Down corridors
encircled by age,
a memory lingered
That night
gazing above
he remembers a face
Recalls the feeling,
the texture
But not the time or place
iii
Across the universe
a hand reaches
wreathed in gold
Every hour we waited
seems now only
a moment
Sheer electricity
hums discordant themes
of yesterday
A hero falls
upon a mythic sword
somewhere far away
iv.
Dark-eyed, iris-less
Muted speech
Nothing is real
We would have spoken
if you’d listened
so long ago
The atmosphere is dense
with longing
and some after-taste
Civilisations rise
on some errant meme
then are laid to waste
v.
In this…
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