Earth And Her Disciples
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Calamity
I wonder; would there be motion.
Earth epilepsy all the rest collapse.
Folded IKEA cabinets – compressed
compact – the after would be a horizon.
Tremors making knees weak; the
willow finally must dive.
Vases become crystals, become sand
under the impact of the motion.
I wonder; would there be sound.
Shudder from the shoulders down, teeth chattering.
It would growl, bark, snarl and snap. We are the bitches
doomed to that fate - whimpering won’t waiver.
The world would be a new – a old new.
Primary power will grapple for its chart topper.
A band. Formed by rebels. Bass, bass,
more bass. It’ll last a lifetime, that sound.
I wonder; would there be tears.
No time. A river will submerge us. Submerge time.
Don’t we weep post. After the viewing. No point
baptising before apocalypse; the mercy of men won’t win.
Tell me a story of when the lamb was eaten by the lion.
Then I’ll tear all the tears, not before.
Story is lamented – curtains drawn –
paradise succeeded.
Breasts
Firm pears.
Small sags
Swelling adolescence,
gravitating sympathetically
towards the loins
that weep spoonfuls.
Dual moons
gazing at an astrologist,
studied and claimed.
Red rain stops
and the drought begins.
Cacti storing moisture
in sapping cells.
Natures sap leaks
pearls. Pearls nurse the spring.
Spring, then draught.
There is Time.
Left abandoned,
dilapidated,
a pair of pears
over-ripe
at oasis. The red sea
scavenged over years
retires
and fruit once ripe
is rotting.
Skin folding, juice sour.
Cancer germinated.
Living on the decay,
the seed becomes
a pip, becomes a stone.
Pears go to the ferns:
fresh compost.
Rain pt.2
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The mechanism of wheels over water is soothing. The shhhhhhhhhh
of nature and machine – it lies, like parents, that a marriage is harmonious.
DAYS
Days pass, with no light.
When the sun sets in celebratory vibrance
Day time will seem shorter.
Such a somber season;
Waiting for a different time, when the sun praises
My presence once more.
“The spring will bring change.”
But nights are getting longer and day is shrouded in
Grey- I will watch for change.
Weather is elusive.
Across the sea of turbulent hills, I wait for a
Roaring, vibrant sun.
Dream of better cloud.
Seeing the pink turn to purple on the horizon
Makes darkness bearable.
ELEGANT
I recall; when a doctor saw
I was a gazelle. On strings tight, fleeing. “Elegant”.
Elegant until a mistake causes jaws
to pierce the lungs. The cage that held me, hollows.
Hollow eyes that gaze into earth …
ferns fan like Egyptian sphinx’ roam.
Rome for a land soft and agile, a body
from my body. Taste the grit of gold grains.
Grains of hope devour; till I am a tear in the eye
full, bursting, enlight - transparent.
Transparent, we echo through voids – can
a hinge be fixed with a royal weeping stain.
Stain, the marks on a bed… Tiptoe
through the land unlike. Still, rely on I.
I recall; when I doctor saw
I am a gazelle. On strings tight, fleeing.