Monthly Archives: July 2017

FLEXING MY WRITING MUSCLES

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FLEXING MY WRITING MUSCLES

ENJAMBMENT – LIFE

We are obligated to celebrate life.

We have dreamed our time away; foolish, wasted

Precious time and love; perhaps now

We see the folly of our ways; and time

Lost never to come again, a singular thought

A lesson learned; a hard

And stringent message from the Gods; who

Deplore wasted time; they mourn the many lives

Whose true essence is wasted and ebbs away.

LIFE

 

 

Alliteration  – THE GLASSHOUSE

 

Magic mountains sit silent with floating wisps about their brow,

Snuggly silently sliding they fit one close to the other.

The mists abound folding molding sinuous shapes,

Rifts and rills of steam stream like evaporative trails

Cascading down a never fading curtain, a grey green screen

Dripping, glistening in dawn’s soft light.

Stoney surfaces sparkling in the shimmering light, then

Birds stretch, squawk and flutter, fluffing feathers and cleaning nests

Until daylight frees them to fly, floating high above the wispy mist.

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HEARTBEAT

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HEARTBEAT

A HEARTBEAT

 

Heartbeats steady, softy hiccupping along

The machine clicks and clacks its way

His heart’s melody a wondrous song.

 

Pencil lines trace a life to prolong

With a fervent hope, the beat will not sway

Heartbeats steady, softy hiccupping along.

 

Auscultation sounds are too strong

Stop, wait, start again this isn’t child’s play

His heart’s melody a wondrous song.

 

Lub dub, swishing racing sounds are wrong

Regular beats our prayer every day

Heartbeats steady, softy hiccupping along.

 

Steady sounds, regular beats our wish life-long

Tachycardia be gone, go away

His heart’s melody a wondrous song.

 

We reject Death’s request for a liaison

Stay and smell the roses in life’s bouquet.

Heartbeats steady, softy hiccupping along

His heart’s melody a wondrous song.

 

3 AM

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3 AM

3:00am. Bells pealing, noise! I crawl out of the warm cocoon of blankets to stand outside under the inverted bowl of the night sky. Inky black and pierced by a million brilliant diamonds of light. The wind sweeps down Mount Coochin driving all before it. The dust devils swirl and twirl carrying the tang of gum on the sharp cold edge of the dancing leaves. They rush and roar along the bitumen drowning out the cacophony of the chimes and then they are gone, only the whisper of their passing remains. The chimes are relentless. They click and clack, swinging, swaying in the breeze and then falling silent as one by one I lift them from their lofty perches and silence their tongues. I lay them on the bench and the silence reproaches me. Dull and heavy the air crackles as the next wave descends the mountain. A rustle, a whisper and then a soft caress fans my cheek, followed by the bitter slap of the wind. The moon’s crescent is brightly haloed and the rumble builds to a roar as the wind tumbles down the mountain. The leaves shiver and shake, branches quivering bend beneath its force and it is gone. The new silence is broken as the sleeping truck across the street awakes. I hear the deep-throated grumbling of the truck motor, as the key turns in the ignition rousing it from sleep. The grumble resolves to a purr as the motor rises to wakefulness and two bright orbs of golden light signal its departure from its lair, ready to meet another day. One last glance at the muted chimes I draw my robe closer and head back to my bed, I have stood a good hour captured in the thrall of the night sky and the mountain’s magic. Such beauty lies in nature’s wonder.