Beyond the Edge is the Void
I followed your advice
to take a step back
” see the bigger picture ”
of a world — round and riveting.
I followed your advice
To take a step back
& so I fell
and
keep
on
falling
from a world — flat and gruelling.
Like Lightning
Glaucoma struck like lightning
To a minds eye made to muse
The wicked ways of Many
& the carnage that pursued.
Very Well [ Fading Exit ]
Some day, far or near there will come a road
crossing my bushy byway — a junction
to stop at; to decide; to avoid hesitation
fear or dear lord make me not cross
over
to the side where, like the back of my hand
the black bush hides every well — left lost
with hands needing turning
over
to reveal no traces
of life left — no wells, unwell
in a world with no wells
[ fading exit ]
with no source for life
— our lives end
The Great Breaking
I went for a … sleepwalk — apparently
Strolled for hours awaiting a sun
To rise — to smile
On a face long hidden
Behind dark winter curtains
Drawn and locked shut
In waiting — waiting
For the great breaking:
A sad and sleepy soul
Stepping out far beyond
Its cozy comfort zone
To once again awaken
Free.
Y Gwyll
The dusk crept over the ridge, unframed
The cheap canvas stretched
Between the dipoles of Men
Possessing the ridge depicted.
Oil smeared by childish hands, layered
A world so slowly built
To honour the fallen Men
Defending the ridge depicted.
The dusk crept over the ridge, framed
The completed canvas signed
Sealed
Stored — ignored.
The aging begetter contemplated
The unsettling dusk sinking
Deep into the artist’s soul —
The sun’s return and forgiveness.
The Boy Who Played With Matches
There once was a boy with alien bones
That made this world his merry home.
He shared his wisdoms great and small
With all who listened, and few ignored.
As winter winds turned pale and soft
The boy grew restless among the posts.
In mirrors reflecting an innocent face
Sparks of fire felt right out of place,
A boy’s intent of a world — ablaze.