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Sunday, 2 February 2014

700th Second Chance

Back to the bubble
As if on a wished return
To true love mothers womb

Thin as gossamer skin
Translucent shades of the rainbow
Float on the familiar warm breeze

Ache for this cocoon
As if its shelter fits
The damned and the doomed

Unstable as the Zeppelin 
Fearful of passion and flame
Plummeting through the sky

Yet one more try
Flawed belief in faith
Warmth of miscast imagination


This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

Available as ebook from Kindle
or as a homemade print book with audio cd from  poetryshop 

Saturday, 1 February 2014

Preoccupation

On and on, relentless
In the slimmest of downbeat moments
Her august remains remain true to doubt

It is of course an anniversary, of sorts
A night of immaculate conception
Brought on by dance and determination

He wasn't why we parted, more why we started
To move from the cast aways dreams
To the schemes for abject survival

Twenty years on, in a motorway cafe
On of the fine rim of daylight despondency
It is the deep dark bowl of love in which I swim


This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

Available as ebook from Kindle
or as a homemade print book with audio cd from  poetryshop 

Friday, 31 January 2014

Out of Touch

Too deep to reach
Too far, back in to sleep space
Yet I have the urge, the desire, to be there
I am left uncertain
I am unable to reconstruct the present goings on

Yet I once was a patron
Indeed I instigated and partook personally
In many of the both joyous and disastrous occasions
My seal or stain will be in the DNA
Of any investigation

My conversations, meditations
And mood swings
Will be in the very fabric, among
The ether of any of the more recent
Real or imagined gatherings


This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

Available as ebook from Kindle
or as a homemade print book with audio cd from  poetryshop 

Thursday, 30 January 2014

Packed

I see a much younger incarnation of Mneme, running up the stairs in a short twirling dress that I realise now she never would wear.

I am worried about our son, I have not heard from him for a while. I fear he is taken to drugs.

I am in Mneme's bedroom painting over a blue black patterned wall, with white emulsion paint; perhaps a mirror had been glued to the wall for there is a rectangular residue of glue and sealant.

I spill some paint onto the bedding, then as Mneme enters the room and moves towards me I spill even more paint onto her blouse.

There is an immense sexual tension building within me, and I can feel reciprocation. Yet tomorrow I have a must attend meeting to attend, many miles away. I need to leave now, but should I throw that all away for the sake of a night of passion.

The blue, for it may be significant, was a mid to dark blue, not royal blue nor Prussian blue by any means. But a blue of one of the my grammar school houses whose name presently escapes me ( I was in Armitage, a full on strong yellow). 

Also the blue of the blue and black of the shirt that I bought to wear for work in Dublin, and that I also wore to the following years Christmas party.
That was the last time me and Mneme danced and sweated so intimately and effusively together.

The black rectangles are more than shapes, though only outlines they remind me of castles or minarets. There is definitely a touch of antiquity. 
Yet the importance, or implications and meanings, of these well built structures, that are now reduced to irregularly broken lines, eludes me entirely.


This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

Available as ebook from Kindle
or as a homemade print book with audio cd from  poetryshop 

Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Hold On

Take these half closed eyes
Not yet ready for their pennies
Take me with them, half way
Into your kaleidoscopes, & all, or
Half way to the modern-artists crimsons

Take these de-mystified lenses
Not yet to concede, or give in
Send them half way to paradise
With your surprises; rampant
Rapturous crystals piled ever high


This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

Available as ebook from Kindle
or as a homemade print book, and audio cd from  poetryshop