I ought to tell you
I am not in love
And never was
Not what it seems
You ought to know
Since you proposed
It is more than that.
– MM
I ought to tell you
I am not in love
And never was
Not what it seems
You ought to know
Since you proposed
It is more than that.
– MM
dark matter gravitates
Towards our centre
Words swirl in disarray
Endlessly meditate
Fullness of weight
She doesn’t need you
He doesn’t want to see you
She doesn’t care
He has no time to spare
She has other friends
He says you’re full on
She thinks you’re just wrong
His other lover returned
Words heard but spurned
Silence consumes like a black hole.
Explode.
Then stars are flung endlessly
Like the force of creation
At the sound of those words
I care
You are there.
Come cling to me like mist scented trees
Thou scattered droplets absorbed, restored
Fount o’er leaf tips to forest floor
Endlessly nourished ‘fore scorching breeze
Our lives are like a bottomless well
From which I yield buckets of
Inspiration.
I would never utter an unkind word
For fear of poisoning the source
My only hope is that I give
As much in return
Or at least not run it dry
For if I did
I would humbly say
Goodbye.
– that woman
Image source – Hamilton Springs Texas
“… here is one day from his life, a day in every respect like all his other days, and from it let the reader form his own opinion as to his character and the way in which his life corresponded with the beauty of his environment.”
– Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls.
Picture of St Luke’s Anglican cemetary overlooking Richmond Village, Tasmania.
I carried a scarlet cross for her
Dark as His blood
I held it high for the sake of my
Own dearest love
I heard the men I’d never marry
Judge with words in haste
Waiting for His tender mercy
As tears melt on my face
The witness of a cowering woman
Weighs nothing in this prose
The blood of the martyrs
Feeds the field as it grows
First, a quiet friend, dark glossy coat
hanging around me, peacefully
Grows wilder, lays by me rested
Gazing we lie in mournful wake
I stroke its dark and bristly hair
It grows under my care
Follows me everywhere
A loyal friend.
Soon overlooked by daily haste
Untamed, unkempt, rejected
It grows fierce and growls
Paces the floor, I lie awake
Our hearts race
The growing shadow of hairy beast
Takes a swipe, deflected
It claws and prowls, surrounds my all
Steals prized possessions
Forces me back, there’s worse in stall
Let it end – save it takes my all
Grief untended.
Caught a glimpse of your soul
Here I am saying these words to you in case I die soon
Like a bolt out of the blue they came to me
Standing in wait as I walked aimlessly
In the dark, the day, back street, bar pew
The night market, car park, the mall
Just standing around head looking down
Saying words under their breath
The names have escaped, their faces erased
But if not for intervention it was surely death
For just the week before or the night after last
Another girl just like me had also walked past
But they met a different face and ever since had paid
Ultimate price for freedom to walk out past late
Fellow from far North under dim street light
Walkabout round nowhere I’d been serving tables
Waiting just to take me in and serve me soy tea
He showed me what it meant to set my Spirit free
The woman waiting patiently each day on every street
For the one to hear her words and in turn agree
She gave up all she had also her family
To bare her soul to every passer by she’d meet
Once I knew the code of this secret army
I found them plain clothes everywhere
Staring right into my soul carefree
Just when nobody else would dare