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Mourning

Winter rains caress the slope Where your ashes fell Rain and Spring will bring new life

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Lightning

Light, Sudden, afar Trembling stillness, Nature Pauses, listening. Thunder

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Spring Flowers

Desert flowers. Bright colours Too quickly gone. Dead. So too are we

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Light Sleeper

I'm five. 
It is light outside and I'm in bed.
But Mummy says it's late
My feet are bored.
They can hear the world outside 
And want to run, to dance, to play.
And I must say good night.

I am 35.
It's light outside and I'm in bed.
It's early morning
My body is bored.
It hears the surf outside roaring,
And wants to run, to swim, to surf,
But I must work
Until I say good night.

I am 55.
It's light outside and I'm in bed.
It's 3 am and bright with city light.
I hear people outside jolliing. (tr. partying)
My feet are bored - again.
I want to dance, to laugh, to sing.
Until the darkness comes.

I am 85.
It's light outside and I'm in bed.
I know its light outside, 
The nurse has said it is so.
The little boy is bored.
He wants to run and jump and play.
But I am tired and now its time
To let the darkness come.

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The Chasm

In anger
You told me
A chasm lay between us,
I looked
Saw it there
I recognised
My own handiwork
Horrified, repenting I
Built a bridge,
With strong foot boards
Tempting you to cross
I added shiny rails,
To stop you falling.
I sweep the boards
And polish the rails,
Most every day.
But you don't come 
To see,
To cross.
One day the dust will stay
The rails will start to corrode.
Then if you cross,
You will find
Only an empty wasteland
And my dust
Blowing in the wind
Unknowable.

Copyright © Richard Hayes | Year Posted 2012




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