Archive for September 2, 2011

Unseen by love

Unaware we were still there, she came by
and we could almost touch her,
feel the air around her dance
as we admired her beauty.
We wanted to invite her in
but she moved on before we could speak.
She didn’t see us as she stepped on the train. Love left
and we didn’t dare to look at each other,
awkward about our untidy clothes
we went in different directions.

 

This is my acceptance post for the rally week 50 award

 

I nominate Adnan Fakir : Speak for the apple

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Your face

I saw your face today
It was within reach
It was real,
not in a dream
or a picture
It was your grandson’s
face

When you walked
the last time you walked
your shoulders
told me goodbye for ever
and today
you returned
in the face
of my son
He sneezed by the way.
Gesundheit.

framed in time

Faces keep staring in sepia frost
fading, younger every year,
their eyes stay
demanding answers
that the room won’t give away.

version 2

Faces keep staring in sepia frost
framed in their own time and long forgotten
their fading faces will one day be lost
like their bones and their flesh will be rotten.

Their eyes are still there demanding answers
the room is reluctant to give away,
the questions growing like untamed cancers
that live in brown wallpaper stains to stay

There is a child, a father, a mother,
and time has no care for their screams at night,
as the house now belongs to another.

version 3:

I watched the sepia faces fade
but their eyes remained,
staring out of the frame
of the picture
demanding answers
I don’t have.

When that day comes / now that day has come

I shall not die, I shall move on,
I shall arrive to where I’m taken.
If it’s just in a memory
then that is where you must find me,
when my caterpillar days are done,
you will not cry, you will move on,
you will arrive when you awaken
and memories will come to your surprise
in a thousand happy butterflies

version 2

I did not die, I just moved on,
I shall arrive to where I’m taken.
If it’s just in a memory
then that is where you must find me,
now my caterpillar days are gone,
you must not cry, you should move on,
you will arrive when you awaken
and memories will come to your surprise
in a thousand happy butterflies

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