To Sleep … To Dream

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To Sleep … To Dream

 

Sleep drifts across my consciousness
as I enter that make-believe world
where reality sees through a muslin mask
draped damask silk obscures truth
and a samite screen falls across my past

The difference between then and now fades
as a haze envelopes my senses
featureless clouds descend
and my dream-world begins

Reality now hijacked by myth and legend
a new world
untried
untested
a concoction distilled from my history
as unlike my waking world
as noonday is from midnight
as I am from my shadow

SLEEP

Life’s parade ground

Death’s practice ground

 

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A Life: Another Long Tale

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I

told

you

so

 

You

would

be

bored

 

Best

forgotten

 

Best

ignored.

 

… So I will

 

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Two Word Tales: #5

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Two words

‘At Rest’

They said

It all

 

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My ‘Two Word’ Verses

Throughout this week, I shall publish each day one of a series of short verses which, together, by the end of the week, will have told a story. 

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Two Word Tales: #3

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Two words

‘With Love’

I lived

That gift

 

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My ‘Two Word’ Verses

Throughout this week, I shall publish each day one of a series of short verses which, together, by the end of the week, will have told a story. 

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Amen Corner

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A house in which to end my days.
Goodbye it says to all,
For here at last I am content
Behind my garden wall.

The name I gave it says it all,
How still, at peace, and blessed,
How glad am I to know such joy,
To be by love possessed.

That final farewell anthem,
When it is heard at last,
Will sound around these humble walls
Where present meets the past.

For I have lived a life I loved,
Loved the path I’ve trod.
Amen was written on my heart
In this my House of God.

A Devon Cottage, England

 

‘On Lost Youth” . . . A TANKA

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‘On Lost Youth” . . . A TANKA

 

Still lusting for life

It so defeats me to cry

Joy now comes with pain

Bringing thoughts of what has been

Youth will never come again

 

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Tanka is a genre of classical Japanese poetry meaning a short poem, and one of the major genres of Japanese literature. 

A Tanka consist of five units (often treated as separate lines when romanized or translated) usually with the pattern of 5-7-5-7-7 syllables per unit or line). Wikipedia

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Gaps

Poppies

Poppies …  WHB Pen &  Wash

Gaps

There are gaps in my life that need filling,
I know without doubt that they’re there;
I hear them, I see them, I feel them,
My senses are keenly aware.

But perhaps they’re not many, just one,
So large as to to fill up the whole;
Maybe they add up to life’s meaning
And what I consider my soul.

 

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Reverie #6: Doubt

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Reverie #6: Doubt

 

Nothing in the world is certain
Pull up anchor
Sink or swim
Switch the light off
Draw the curtain
Do it now upon a whim. 

You’ll find your destiny has spoken
Only when you realise
That all is doubt
Some lows
Some highs
And all good fortune  rests
Upon that final funeral hymn. 

Abide with me
Do not forsake me
You are needed by my side
A life is given
A life is taken
Now fast falls the eventide
Stay for ever
Leave me never
‘Lama sabachthani’, He cried.

 

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Before I Go

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Before  I  Go

 

Hit me, hurt me, kiss me quick, 
Time is rushing by;
I want to feel both joy and pain, 
To lust, to pant, to sigh. 

To run barefoot in morning dew
To roll in new mown grass
To drench my dreams in churning rain
Let all these come to pass

For when I sigh my final sigh
I want the world to know
I loved the life God gave to me
And await its afterglow.