Are you receiving me?

 

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Ozone

 

How long you last matters less

Than that you lived when you were here

The world does everything it can

To lock you into a lifeless life

Just surviving is an accomplishment

Living, however

That’s an art

The electricity of every moment

Must be savored and consumed

Every sight, sound, texture, and scent

Is there specifically to be received

By you

Collect experiences

Find love

Have something remarkable to take with you

When you go back to source.

 

 

Words and image are my own.

 

©2017

 

 

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Fire #3

 

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Alpine Ash

 

Fire brought the light

And burned down the house

That was ever the deal

Sometimes, that which drives back shadows

Sets the curtains alight

Its all consuming nature is an ever-present threat

However

Fire can also temper steel

When she came, she set a bushfire in my mind

That tore through my body and soul but

Left me standing

Stronger than before

 

There’s a type of tree – back home

With seeds like stones

That can only open when the raging flames

Reach the canopy

It takes a literal conflagration to achieve germination

Throwing out life

Into the midst of utter devastation

We two are like that tree

Finding new ways to live

As everything around us withers

And dies.

 

 

Words and image are my own.

 

©2017

 

 

Strange fascinations

 

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Conversion

 

You were the Moon

And I the ocean

Your gravity pulled me in waves

Around the Earth

Inexorably towards

The point in space where

Heartlines cross

You pulled me upwards in tiny drops

Until the all of me

Hung in the air beside you

There we shone like polished silver

Until all the stars went home.

 

 

Words and image are my own.

 

©2017

 

 

 

I hope I

 

 

as above 3

 

As above

 

Sometimes life is just a dream

Of life

The air shimmers and sparkles

The sky takes on mysterious depths

And we float

Past russet shores

In a self-induced trance

Our boat is made of all we think we know

And it’s taking on water

We apprehend that it may soon slide between the surfaces

Those deeper shadows have an irresistible gravity

And already have a grip upon the mooring line

Rudderless, lacking oars with which to make a shift

We drift

Across the mirror

Never looking into the glass

For fear our world has been upended

And that the water around our ankles

May not be water at all.

 

 

 

 

 

Words and image are my own.

 

©2017

 

 

Ant music

 

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All unaware

 

There is an antlion at the center of the world

Poised hungrily at the bottom of a slippery slope

We ants march unawares

Assuming naively our footing is secure

Then the sands begin to shift

And gravity takes hold of us

We tumble

Slide

Towards the jaws of inevitability

Without ever understanding

Why this doom has overtaken us

We are humble strivers and builders

We have no notion that others prefer to build traps

Even as the jaws close about us

We largely fail to understand the nature of our demise

Cursing as we go the cruel randomness of fate

Ignorant

There is no chance or luck to this design

Even if we blindly avoid the pit

Another waits beyond and another beyond that

And we small ants keep marching

Serene in our purpose

Trusting our place in the order of things

Fools.

 

 

Don’t tread on an ant

He’s done nothin’ to you

There might come a day when he’s treadin’ on you

Don’t tread on an ant

You’ll end up black and blue

You cut off his head, legs come lookin’ for you.

 

Words are my own. Lyrics; Adam and the Ants. Image; randomly acquired from the internet.

©2017

 

Kind of blue

 

Night

 

 

All unwitnessed

 

Crystalline reflections

Glitter like diamonds in the deep blue

Skeleton woods reach up with twisted fingers

Towards the waning moon

The night is silent

Listening

No bird calls

No fox bark echoes across the surface

Of this virgin snow

Only the occasional crack of a branch

That has given up the ghost

Disturbs the cold serenity

Of these midnight barrens.

 

 

Words and image are my own.

 

©2017

 

 

Straight lines

 

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Strange theodolite

 

His eyes saw the lines

Where they met

How they bent

The world was a series of angles

The intersections

Of contradictory beliefs

A complicated web

Drawn by invisible hands

 

Undaunted

He traced the line that led

Through endless course corrections,

Acute angles, and parabolic curves

From his heart

To hers

In the end, it was easy

Theirs was the red string in a grey sea.

 

 

Words and image are my own.

 

©2017