…actually, why not?
Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end.
Long hours of excellent sleep. Then, a perfect cup of tea.
A slow morning. Great brunch. No plans. A Long Love’s Day.
Tasty snacks. Great dinner. Cool water, sumptuous wine. A mellow evening, a calm night.
Stars in the sky.
And something hilarious that makes us cry with laughter.
#perfectday
And there is a moment
And for a second it all makes sense
And then it slips
And you end up chasing that something-or-other all your life
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weird, that.
suddenly a
particular certainty’s just
gone
a phone call
et voilÃ
no more
like they just got up
and walked out
mid-sentence
left the room
except this one’s
time, space
all coordinates
huh
like turning up
at an old house
that was always open
busy, bright
full of weird things
like history, life
and finding the doors locked
all the windows dark
curtains drawn
and one permanent note
taped to the front door:
gone
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and the candle flickers
a quick wobble of light
letting shadows pass unseen
slip silently into the night.
*
roman letters written
like footprints on white
a sandy trail of thought
dripping grain for grain
into that part
so conscious
before a salty wave of recognition
floods it all.
*
and in all this
the silence lifting
a tripping beat
tum-ti-tum
life’s relentless drum
beating beautifully
in the sheltered home
of a ‘me’, a ‘you’
together
here and there
us, all.
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under the dawn-dusk sky
clumps of water are shot
spray high
foam white
descending in a liquid rush
crashing, splashing
into whisking green waves
grey blue black
flashing sharply on the crest
reminiscent of an ocean.
ghostly
bulbs of light
waver below
like subs rising, worlds sinking
flashing mutely in the lively dark
almost holy
while the young sit, stand
untouched
drinking once-sacred cups
raised in honour
to an ancient god
silently slipping between living bodies
blessing few
anointing all.
© 2015 threegoowords
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