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Frame

every time you tell me a lie

another tile falls from the temple of trust

and blunt fingernails trail

along the rough mortar of my insecurities

what can we do to rebuild the precarious frame

of filigree fractures?

a teetering, deceit infused structure

a child’s dollhouse of

faded pastel plastic

attic abandoned

a sandcastle askew

in the path of a solo beachcomber

tripping at dusk

The Jester

the tendrils of time sink into the flesh of our everyday

my eyes dim, your saturnine words no longer hold sway

in the royal court of my favour

..

instead I choose the frolic of the jester

his humour shrouds wounds that now fester

hermetically sealed is the laughter

..

carefree minstrel of mirth

i no longer know my worth

my ego dizzied from juggling

..

who then

is the fool facing the fool?

with wave of hand, a rustle of bell

this reign of fulsome affection

has damned us to hell

..

..

..

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Couturier

O purveyor of fine linens

i come to you unclothed

only scraps of tainted textiles

saved from a betrothed

weigh my limbs

..

terse tailor

tally my tenacious lovers

some, are tattered threads

clinging close as static shreds

ever taunting

..

haughty haberdasher

stitch me a coat

that does not needle my frayed flesh

a vestment of finest muga silk

that does not snag the sinuous seams

of oft surrendered,

stifled dreams

..

made to measure

such wardrobe to treasure

dress me with love

Home

how have I ever been able to call anywhere else home

when home is here

enveloped in your tantalizing valleys

your fertile undulations

invite lush thought

empty years

traversing empty

to find you in suffocating winter

dormant, cracks permeating ice crusted lakes

branches bare, devoid of bud

patience now my sweet

as ever close, our time to meet

then to part these mists that choke

and sweet spring

our love invoke

Fireside…

this match was not easy to light

through this stinging

rain shivered night

yet it combusts mighty from biting spark

step closer

so it may singe it’s mark

on your wayward heart

 

this fire is not easy to tend

weak arms on dusted bellows bend

sweet murmurs by the hearth portend

wisps of ashen promise, then spill

smouldering embers to

fireside stone

 

feel my warm …

fireside

 

 

Image courtesy of S.Garg, Written Frames.

My life as a play

i have lost my taste for the everyday

a maudlin, empty theatre play

scenes dehydrate…

the set walls slide away

and

dramatic briskness falls bland

exit directed by a lone stage hand

doors bolted

 

seeking solace instead

i seek a grander outdoor stage

my soul bindle wrapped tight

grasping firmly, this new page

so captivating a script

 

in which

I wander along barren sands

an enlightened journey to me

as ocean laps, rubbing stones to shine

a hand reaches ever gently for mine

and we walk

untethered to place

and time

us two, centre stage

under warm spotlight shine

Will You?

Have you lost me to the evening air?

a balloon floating free at the country fair

a child dismayed

eyes flooded by glare

from the sun so bright
Did you lose me to the forest green?

a barefoot nymph, dancing unseen

dashing through thicket

shaded

labyrinthine

dried moss to misted dust
Will you find me now the song has played?

the concert over

a sparse crowd dismayed

violin bow lowered

had but we stayed…

haunted yet by the music