Archive for February 15, 2017


the swaying of the grass

the swaying of the grass … … …

 

1.

 

a path leads,


to where wild grasses grow,


sashaying in the summer breeze.

 

2.

 

along the path,


lightness settles within,


feeling the grass,


swooning,


tickling ankles,


swaying to lilting bird-song,


a dance of intimate abandon,


brushing remnants of pain away.

 

3.

 

melodies float across fields of green,


delicately caressing my heart,


teasing emptiness to flee,


comforting the mind,


to silently be.

 

4.

 

walking on,


savouring the peace,


a momentary respite,


casting off burdens of the now,


all is quiet,


a stillness cradling fractured emotions,


the grass in the fields sway,


dusk descends,


shadows lengthen,

nudging dimming light to take leave of the day … … …




time

erodes


loves lives hearts

souls spirits selves …





time

mends


wounds

souls


a salve

a balm


knowing

in the end


there is always


only


stillness

silence


peace

calm

and when all lies are spewed,
intricate threads promised,
eternal jazz and all that,
only to be summarily screwed,
by words of fluffy dreamscapes,
by incantations of endless service,
by mouthed lies,
time after time,

even as time flies,
the only constant – lies.

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