how it came to pass

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we are all
one to another
sutured to our pasts
that peak in our presents
suddenly
terrifying in their clarity

an unexpected glimpse
into a place long buried
in the sands of hours
days and time

passing, past
startlingly bright
like photographs in a dark room
blooming to life

sprouting questions
that need real answers
of why this is that
and that ain’t this
no more

and how it came to pass
that for three seconds at least
we became the exact copy of
our parents.

© 2014 threegoodwords

what was once

image

a look changes
in the sky
dark
where light lies forgotten
lost in endlessness
might

gone is the time
when we were nothing more
than ours
yours and mine
yoursandmine

why is there a price
for everything that is high
up on the clouds
nine and mine and yours
ours
forever
almost

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crested waves of laughter
spill slowly
in the warmth
of the fire that sheds
a light fantastic
in the heat of
smooth warm lengths
that carry loneliness

and there is a memory
that smiles in sadness
when you wish there had been
more of a yes
than a flat-out no

where, when

like the thinness of
overused velvet
what was once
that and that

and that, yes
so…
lovely, lovingly
alive

was spent, rent
twisted
into unrecognition

© 2014 threegoodwords

life in time

sunset sky

you are in cotton
carried in hands
of such magnitude and gentleness
all you know is…

the need to know
to live and learn
to jump and run

dance to music
savour the moment
watch a setting sun

to love
to hold
to know you and me and you
as what you are

all the you there is
tremendous

to understand the infinite
in expression

to know of time
and memories
to learn there is both
a you and an I

to be young at heart
and wise, caring, kind

…bliss

 

© 2014 threegoodwords

for once

Natural.

More of an
afterthought
than an
endeavour

more of a
f
l
o
w
than a
pu – shing – through

more of a
silent
surprise
than a planned-out event.

More of an
‘Oh… did we just…?’
rather than an
‘Ok, let’s do it.’

© 2014 threegoodwords

luna declining

To all you lovely people,
Hallowe’en is not far away,
so here’s something small for you to read
before All Hallow’s Day.

Merci for liking,
Merci for joining,
I hope you keep on reading, commenting,
and of course enjoying:
You truly are the best!

j.d.

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Eyes seen in darkness
Scanning
A swish of a tail
A smell of far-off hail
In the air
There
No, there
Maybe…

Echoes howling faraway
A silent silvery back
Glides between shadows
Halting once or twice
Waiting
A shiver, real
tingling
icily
down young spines.

A lone figure standing,
seeing
everything
A glance, flickering
Shadows enveloping
the seven, hiding
Six disbelieving
Waiting in suspense.

Gasping, a whispered shout
Did you see?
Did you see!
A hand cupped hard over a mouth
A fierce whisper
Shut up!
Heartbeats racing
Silver bullets
waiting
for the ancient terror
lingering
In the dark of Night.

The howl so sudden
So close
No!
Shut up!
There!
RUN!

Screams piercing the night
Gunshots exploding
bright flares
in darkness
deeper
louder
Howls and Screams
Growling
too close, too close!
Confusion
Terror
Irrevocable understanding

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

I told you! I told you!
I TOLD you it’s there!

Crimson spreading
dripping
the scent intensifying
leaving a trail
Cursing
Crying
Prayers flying
From sputtering, trembling lips
This can’t be –
They’re myths –
They’re just make-believe!

We can’t, we can’t!
We must.
But that’s blood!
That’s real!
That’s a bite!
I don’t care, get inside
Get inside
GET INSIDE!

A scramble,
A struggle
back into the secure cabin
doors slamming
tires screeching
Lights fleeing into the night.

Luna declining
Silver fur gliding
Under old shadows
Into the vast Night
A moment of silence
before dawn, rising
A dim flash reclining
into misty worlds of silence
ancient spells
alive, living
Alone in the dark of Night…

© 2014 threegoodwords

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