Looking deep inside myself
I find I’m staring into space
Capturing carefree details
Fitting as they are in place
It’s probably the time of year
Iridescent in the sun
As the season changes secretly
Tilting angles have begun
Looking deep inside myself
In automatic intuition
Seeing little else but everything
Contemplative in position
Ludicrous preposterous
Ridiculous absurd
Comical outrageous
Idiots undeterred
Farcical and foolish
Nonsensical and daft
Laughable at silliness
All at sea without a raft
The practical and reasonable
Prudent and judicious
Has given way to foolishness
In the smothering of auspicious
 Getting there was slower than arriving Where the distance faded gleefully away A day alive without the heavy heart Emerged with stacks of everything to say Electric echoes crackled starkly in the air Fanfares burst from somewhere deep inside All around the colours spun and spattered In a light so bright it could have been worldwide Returning writes a story for the fireside Telling tales of journeys weirdly undertaken For now, arriving turns the wheel to other days Healing all the scars of broken hearts forsaken |
We agree that obligation
Must be binding in the main
Providing that in unity
Scales are simple fair and plain
Human nature though will find a way
To find a better way to share
For parity is thorny
Without emphasis on care
Fifty-fifty may seem reasonable
After minuses on costs
But the hiding place of theft resides
In noisome compost double crossed
The ragged clown skips down my way
Offering me a scheduled trip
Open-ended is my travelling date
Aboard that swirling ship
Imagination I imagine
Proves existence on display
It matters not where matter does
Turn up enjoying things to say
Consciousness is happening
To everything that thinks
Presented without question
Turning up with thoughtful links
To know yourself a special quest
Even more so your own mind
As mindfulness endeavours to
Define your very special kind
They sidle in to get together
Take in the mood and frame of mind
A glass or two to lighten up
Feel the music and unwind
Full of chatter gossip catch up
sideways looks a shifting glance
Rhythms racing heartbeats
Out of kilter still they dance
Thinning out and moving on
Pledging must do lunch and soon
A host of waves and Last goodbyes
Beneath a night-reflecting moon
Sinking slowly in the sediment
Where the seeping takes up slack
No need to budge beneath the sludge
Approaching oneness vantablack
Stripping down the very essence
Atomic shapes sustained
A crazy race around in space
Where chain reactions are contained
Movement imperceptible
Pressed down beneath the weight
Until pressure from the inner core
Unlocks the blistering gate
“Vantablack is a class of super-black coatings with total hemispherical reflectances below 1% in the visible spectrum. The name is a combination of the acronym VANTA (vertically aligned nanotube arrays) and the shade black. The original Vantablack coating was grown from a chemical vapour deposition process and is claimed to be the "world's darkest material", absorbing up to 99.965% of visible light measured perpendicular to the material.” Wikipedia
Getting better can be onerous
Too much 'nothing doing'
Like a living sleeping sickness
get-well wishes misconstruing
Recovering at snail's pace
Needing patients to be saints
Nurses telling doctors
How even progress has constraints
Normality has lost its way
New days struggle to appear
Getting better taking baby steps
When the way out isn’t clear
Things I’ve never seen before
Posing questions who knows why
Ramblings and scramblings
Like distant sounds of passing by
Notes of music balancing
In crescendo’s strident shocks
Keys that search for something else
Unconcerned by what unlocks
On the lookout on a higher plane
For a coloured strain of streaks
Sending messages in ancient code
Now no other language speaks
A puzzle start with hints and clues
Illustrating other meanings
Imprinting indications
Giving light to cryptic gleanings
Discovering alternatives
Across or down with digit-guide
Compiling neat and tidily
More indications now implied
Straightforward hiding obvious
Twisted thinking convolutions
Using slang or street vernacular
To uncover those solutions
Dedicated to the crossword inventor
Arthur Wynne 1871-1945
Photo by Suhyeon Choi Unsplash.com
Those in attendance silently
Where the wheel of life once spun
To the music barely audible
Remnants of a life undone
Farewell waves respectful nods
Silent streams a heartfelt tear
Maybe a requiem or hushed elegy
as the last goodbye draws near
Atmospheres hang heavy
Amid emotions softly spoken
Move expressions sympathetically
To the lonely lost heartbroken
Written respectfully in memory of Sinead O'Connor December 1966 - July 2003
Just now is hard to think about
It is arriving day and night
Happening in every way
Sometimes heavy often light
Just now it seems abundant
Enough to share and share alike
Impossible to hold it back
An easy stroll or testing hike
Just now is always all we have
Yet far too slippery to hold
So essential that we plough the now
As sure as warm will turn to cold
