Thursday 25 August 2016

Communication 74

the best of us

I’m honored to witness her rising,
a virgin to her touch
she comes to me in twilight fading,
masquerading 
from the moment we met,
our hearts need rearranging,
these feelings we best forget,
by the hour we are changing,
come morning we’ll begin to break,
like fragments from a passing star,
we’ll breach within our wake,
our love will soon be forgotten, left
only with the remanence of what
it was like to feel complete,
these memories I’ll incubate,
cement and stitch, oh !
let us never give in, never compete,
the best of us can’t be lost,
it simply performs and repeats

Wednesday 3 August 2016

Communication 73

The Angler ‘a reason matters not’

through the woods
where phantoms rest
dull, dead stick like objects
brush hard against my chest,
I will not falter 
I shall push forth, 
searching for my alter
a calm fluid acre of water,
what lies within, matters not
small fry dart from those with wings
“metaphorically” meaning so many things,
I’ll keep guessing, eager to cast
one fine line into its past,
moments will stop
immortalised in time,
for what reason?
a reason matters not,
my hook is tied
I’ve greased my line
I’ll angle my life away
one cast at a time