..... this colourful
laughterful lifetime -
a crazy patchwork of jagged living -
reduced to summarized columns of figures:
exchanges of this- and that-
amount.
How can life or love,
be calibrated?
The burning
ADAM LEAVING March 2015 LC
This morning a sob lumps up
just
under my chin,
threatening to
throw up
at
a moment’s notice.
Even the day weeps,
a
steady drizzle of mist
echoing
with distant cow calls~
a mournful chant.
Last coffees are poured in your mug,
hastily drunk in passing
as you assemble your life
into neat piles.
Final exchanges are made
over cricket
scores.
You travel light, my son.
From your small rucksack so much life
springs.
You have learnt an essential life
lesson:
It’s
not how much you HAVE
It’s
how much you ARE.
I give you my tears, m’dear, this
weeping mother!
Why do I even bother to apply my eyes
anymore?
Come close June 2015
(excerpts taken from poem by Sappho)
In
all honesty, I want to die.
Leaving
for good after a long cry,
She
said: “we have both suffered terribly,
But,
Sappho, it is hard to say goodbye.”
I
said: “go with my blessing if you go,
Always
remembering what we did. To me
You
have meant everything, as you well know.”
May
gales and anguish sweep elsewhere
The
killer of my character.
But
I am hardly a back-biter bent
On
vengeance; no, my heart is lenient.
Cold
grew the spirits of the ladies;
They
drew their wings close to their bodies.
Stand and face me, dear; release that fineness in your irises.
May
you bed down , head to breast, upon
The
flesh of a plush companion.
You will have memories because of what we did back then
When
we were new at this;
Yes,
we did many things then – all beautiful……..
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