The stream (all workshops)
WHEN PETALS FALL
[inspired by our ANNI]
When a flower begins to fail
its colors bright
its beauty pale and still
lingers in the morning sun .
Petals fall one by one
as it languishes in Day’s light
until its Night has come
This blessed dew-filled morning
Butterflies stopped to watch my heart step-dancing
Deep breaths filled my eager lungs
As my mind flew up to higher ranks
It's cause you rose with the sun...
And you shone so hot and bright
I felt no need to go out and run
...Not till sunset came in sight
The day is ending, tell me what now?
When it's done, where do we go?
My sweat feels heavy on my brow
I find myself wanting to scream out; 'NO!'
rise up from the rubble
bend comrade this burden of our winter
our bellies grumble
our minds sweep away the sweet dreams of mother and father
Like the new green shoots of beauty
Our homeland we reclaim
Our torch still burning
strong with pride
Our Nation still one
a job for you and I
we work
the toil for our future
now Our elders
and our youths shall smile
when the sun of spring
shows us as we gather
mile after mile
Venus in violet and teal
With the freedom of windswept tresses
As if it were an intentional statement of style
Ageless, whimsical and spacially vibrant
Wise in a silent wit and comfort
The company of odd believers
Each common space becomes an ashram in her wake
She hums while perusing garments in a dingy op shop
Where discarded boons are strewn haphazardly
The odd triumphant treasure lies enticingly covert among scrap and fodder,
She squints into the drizzling winter afternoon
But she brings brightness and possibility
how.......
how can you do this to me?
isnt it bad enough you hurt me?
i forget you for a moment
........ im happy
but now i cant stop crying and im
trying
whatever this is it sucks
i push and push you out of my mind
yet you find a way back in.
i tell you its ok and im fine
truth is im not im far from it.
i hate feeling this way
if i knew this would be so hard
i would have stayd alone.
if i knew id fall for you this hard
i would have left it alone
but i didnt....
FORLORN WINTER
Diagonal white stripes
pastelled hills,
may flowers danced for joy,
but that was yesterday.
Now northern winds stir flags
and blossom single, now has double blooms;
the birds sail past, no flap of wings
just glide on currents cold.
From northern hills comes winter,
sprightly as before, she knocks
so softly on our door,
she will come home again.
So beautifully penned
Of memories
I once wrote somewhere here
but one I shall now compose...
do not to the garbage bin of time dispose
memories are a joy forever I suppose
we live by the memory of time
long buried since
but memories are all reverie
in moments of existence
and
these returns to us
those loved ones sometimes
we call were mine..
such memories come back again
oft to our gain
but alas memories never fail in vain
they are the fruits of love
we had tasted once.
Some sickie took the clickity-clack
out of the new railroad tracks
It was bad enough they took away
the red caboose
Why can't they leave well enough alone?
I liked things the way they were
Clickity-clack, clickity-clack
coming down the railroad track
blowing that lonesome, wailing whistle
that I love to hear sing out to all
Telling us "hello", "goodbye
as it passes by in the night
Mr. Engineer, blow that whistle
one more time
Back then when everything was in one place
not spread out through this great expanse of time-space
I wrote upon a star my history
then placed it in your eyes, to keep for me
Existing in that grey - a million stars
and when you smiled they all became quasars
illuminating deepest depths of soul
and my sun was the brightest of them all
From one creative source all ashes came
a multitude of difference from the same
devolving simpler rhythms, simpler rhymes
to form a long goodbye from shorter times
it was there
when you changed colour
and between sleep and awake
I loved every word
you would ride out and pick bumblebees
your dreaming dizziness
like a mad happy
slot machine
we had a coffee party behind your closed eyelids
to just hear
and caress the edge of your imagination
to feel you as happiness
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