I so need to paint
and lose my soul in painting,
the canvas blank
paint leaving a trail.
An awareness of the picture
in my mind that
has no existence outside,
not memories but yet something earlier.
Doorway to forever opens
revealing fleeting happiness
painted forever.
No-one saw me leave I stepped sideways,
leaving behind a moment in my life,
the distant future a certainty.
Real and unreal slid together as one
there but apart somewhere in the distance.
The reflection in the window I couldn't see past it
just out of reach, something unknown.
The window cried for me.
A woman with a tired frail face
stared back at me.
I wonder why she looks so tired
detached on the outside looking in.
Infiniteness of infinity and beyond.
I remember so clearly a walk long ago
with the fresh smell of pine.
Around me
a knot in the pine frame
weeps.
Thursday, 23 June 2011
Monday, 13 June 2011
THE OCEAN
She heard it in the echoes
of the rosary beads of memories,
be aware of words
beware of them.
Behind her eyelids she watched
illusion and reality,
the dance of life.
Paint peeling
the lighthouse sang an old song,
part of everything part of nothing,
unsettling the ocean.
A slender thing
what might have been,
hidden
for a lifetime.
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