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I stood there looking foolish

to maybe, only- me

while the rest of the world

went about playing the living

As you walked away in my silence

my heart was breaking inside

until the deafening sound

tore my soul- inside out

 

Beneath the sun and stars

snowflakes and the drizzling rain

we laid, engulfed in each others arms

All those dreams we spoke about

became dark thunders clouds

in all my tomorrow days

And I will barely survive them all

to prove I’m willing to endure for love

whatever it may take, as my proof

 

I- couldn’t have loved anyone

but you- that’s just my truth

And I know what it means now

that you’ve really moved on

Taking the sun and leaving me in fog

I’ll remain lost- in time and space

between the silence and yesterdays

Standing foolishly, just waiting…for you

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Holy

By divine extinguishment of my fragile mortality,

My immortal legacy will be truly born- pure.

One that keeps me well; alive posthumously.

As such, by my own volition what I bequeath,

Is me residing eternity- in my breaths of…poetry

 

Poet of the Light © 2018

 

 

 

 

 

The Half-Finished heaven

(c) Tomas Transtromer

Despondency breaks off its course.
Anguish breaks off its course.
The vulture breaks off its flight.

The eager light streams out,
even the ghosts take a draught.

And our paintings see daylight,
our red beasts of the ice-age studios.

Everything begins to look around.
We walk in the sun in hundreds.

Each man is a half-open door
leading to a room for everyone.

The endless ground under us.

The water is shining among the trees.

The lake is a window into the earth.

Reflection-

My personal take when I first read this poem to me was; I think in one aspect it serves to tell us that despondency is like water; where it fills and feels at home within the vessel that holds it so closely guarded. Perhaps in part because despondency may well be for some of us, the last of our feelings we can still manage to feel within the eye of a storm we alone have become and out of an earnest love, we refuse to share it.

One-sided

Betwixt mist droplets

One thief of heartbeats defeated

My dream palisades

 

Poet of the Light © 2018

 

Repossessions

They claimed it will be a clear day

I see nothing but imperfect grey

Some glance as if I look strange

Sitting here staring with no luggage 

Wall clock pendulum silently swings

Only briefly distracting- thoughts

From the hands that will take you

Into their arms like a lover does

And I’m forced- to bear witness

Because I dare to love you honestly 

They’ve called for your train boarding

I stood at the station door- alone

How apropos the sheet of glass is

As the sound of the train grew louder

People smiling, joking- and don’t know

All this pain, I’ try to hold in my eyes

I’ve lost all sight of color- and hope

It wasn’t raining but my face- soaked

The cold breezes make it all too real

Strangers hug and kissing, one last time

Tell me why I was denied, that chance?

I tried desperately to wave- but couldn’t

I watched as you left, between tears

Oh, the surface of this ocean’s breaks

Step by step, you didn’t look back

That image now, froze in my heart

I know it’s not rejection- but still hurts

This is the worst pain, I’ll ever know

I have no choice but let you go- away

Everything else leaves except for this

I feel it etching- deep in my soul now

It hurts, I churn, and it burns- ever slow

One more carload down- your loaded

And even the sound of commotion

Can’t drown this ocean, I’m letting go

Everything seems to be going so fast

And yet all I am feels lost in slow motion

A fog of smoke bellows outwards

The rail wheels turn, there you go

With every promised memory we shared

All those stolen moments of me with you

The air whistle makes it all too permanent

I can barely stand here- catch my breath

My eyes are closed, I pretend its dream

I guess it always starts like this, ghostly

This train comes and takes you home

Taking you from love-me, forever away

I can’t even utter those final words

Because there no good about it at all

Oh, it’s true, our love; it is indelible

But no one told me, how bad it scars

In my mind, my heart and now my soul

This being left here alone…without you

Poet of the Light © 2018