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Ideals of the slither iris
Over curbs
His legs are stilts
As the knee bend, strengthless
Wilts
The morning lost;
Routine forgot
Lost between pages
With a forget-me-knot
Abstract memories
Sliding, slip
As others
On his laces trip
Short term
The senses stay.
No distinction
Between night and day
On morning Moons
His eyeballs graze,
Trapped behind
A shiny glaze
His tail trails away
And
In circles follows
His disarray
True, in Two
‘Mindfulness’,
She said to me,
And placed my hands upon my heart,
Or,
Where my heart was meant to be;
Had with you it not departed
Across an eyesore infinity.
Transference
In this reality where are we;
It’s moved away from birds and bees,
The sea and trees,
Observing winds and breathing breeze.
You’ll always lack
In this brave world;
Where being brave in lacking
Is the new gold.
A new meaning of guts
Helps you to function
Where flesh needs metal
To work in conjunction.
Weight on words
And words on your weight.
We forget shared humanity -
Humanities shared fate.
To just get on
Is not enough.
To get on you must learn.
To learn you must be tough.
So, what of those
Who don’t have the armour;
Those who skirt the struggle,
Who aim to be calmer.
Naive, or just stubborn;
Trying to ignore
The metal world they entered into,
Through nature’s own door.
Demands, when living
Is demanding enough.
Layer upon layer.
Bluff after bluff.
Value distorted,
Priorities skewed.
Where we crowd to new heights
Of unexplored altitude.
We see that for some
Who in pushing feel a thrill,
That it’s easy to not see those
Who with heights feel the chill.
All for one
And one for all.
The misshapen stones
Feel the weight of the wall.
Two sides
Of the same.
Spinning of two
Becomes one name.Opposites of gut
And heart
Are join by grooves;
Not worlds apart.Even facing
Sunrise, Sunset,
Same Sun is shared,
Same horizons met.Heads or Tails
Each is their own
But, in rotating,
Together they’re thrown.- I. S. A
Reign It In
His eyes widened -
Insides impressed,
By her tenderness
In pale undressed.
When he left
With fist to war
He didn’t see
Metal she wore.
With throne empty
Of the bear,
Her lioness rumbles
The seat did bare.
Resolute, her softness
Taught,
She spoke imperatives
When he knew naught.
While at night
To Earth he howled,
To the moon
Her humanity bowed.
United in absence,
Strength she’d find;
Her eyes glowed warm,
Her centre aligned.
Buried Feelings
She is predictable;
Easily found,
But it’s hard to surface her
From her home underground.
Put your ear to the Earth,
In holes shout her name.
Within the soft womb of the soil
She’ll feel the tremors as pain.
Use a spade and dig down -
Her labyrinth will grow;
She’ll dig down deeper
Than you thought possible to go.
But sit quietly at the entrance,
Sing of the clear skies;
In curiosity she’ll surface
From the ground which she lies.
Instead you crawl in,
Blinded in gloom.
Not possessing the senses
To navigate her tomb.
Through mazes you both struggle,
Drowning, confined.
The gold ball of wool
Ran short far behind.
In Earth’s natural pockets
You are briefly relieved.
Before convinced to go onwards,
The blind alley deceived.
There’s no centre to torment
It expands as you try.
There’s no way but backwards
Through her darkness to your sky.
Truth Seeker
When the water’s surface stills
It’s depths are microscoped;
The life below shows clearly
Where her mind and soul eloped.
Weeds and corals reach;
Through an illusioned closeness grasp.
Her secrets all transparent,
With the shells to which they clasp.
Excited by the Sea’s portal
Children dive to find -
Their reaching hands are fruitless
To the treasure that their deep eyes pined.
Again, again, they spy the prize,
But each time they sink to claim,
Aligning it with greedy eyes,
They only surface for breath to gain.
The water’s secret’s safe,
It’s darkness magnified.
The fathom’s breath rises slowly
Whilst her body, deeper, hides.
- I. S. A
Hatching page 7; Religious exorcism - the limbo of light and dark. Healing of hands and faith…