After the storm
the morning comes
with gentle rain, soft,
hardly sending a tremor
down the fronds
of a fern or causing a leaf
to nod with the weight
of a drop - it comes
in whispers,
in a fine glaze of damp
as that left by moist lips
anointing the beloved
in blissful exhaustion.
Ice shrouds over the hunched houses
where blood and flesh huddle and wait.
An ice ravaged
face rears up from an invisible earth
its fangs blackened by a tooth-aching light,
more flesh piercing incisors
dagger down from the clamped
and sunken roofs.
What wreckage there is, is buried
hidden from sight, but it is not
a clean landscape. Not a landscape at all
but a telltale footprint,
a restructuring of destruction.
What was once seen as a town
is gone. Not forever (drama makes
actors of us all), but we talk now
in a past tense language of 'back then'
and not of any postcard view of tomorrow -
not yet.
full of potential
like a timely three act play
the quintessential
long ago and far away
they would find no brighter day
locked close together
as if time could not move them
not knowing whether
they'd handle what was to come
their moorings became undone
hints of rejection
hiding in common place words
like introspection
repeating that's for the birds
little chance for afterwards
no use debating
their future left on that plane
evaporating
like new fallen summer rain
what once was won't be again
Afterwards
And then it came to a end:
virus, lockdown, pandemic.
The air was fresh once more, purged
of infection and sickness.
The sun was brighter, refreshed;
people went to restaurants,
in crowds to pubs and cinemas;
theatres opened, life resumed.
Football matches, back to work,
parties, meeting friends, holidays,
Just the way it used to be.
Face masks were left unused,
The New Normal died the death.
In your dreams!
a red butterfly
lit upon a marigold ~
late day shadows fell
May 7, 2020
Afterwards in heaven’s garden
Where I find no weed or thorn;
Only stoneless soil unhardened,
Life is verdant, newness born.
Rows of hedges, trees, and flowers
Vibrant in their colors fair
Beauty floods my eyes for hours
Unconstrained by time, I stare.
I can find no signs of dying
Only life and peace - rebirth
No more sounds of grief-fraught crying
That I once knew while on earth.
Life-enriching waters flowing
From their pure eternal source,
Purifying all things growing
That they pass along their course.
Stars above are animated,
As I hear deep voices sing
Songs for which they were created,
Joy to their Creator bring.
Of vile crimes I hear no traces,
Sounds of war no more I hear;
What I see are joy-filled faces
All relieved of pain and fear.
All our days on earth are numbered,
Keep this hope until we wake
To God’s kingdom unencumbered
Of our sins, for Jesus’ sake.
Sorry ,
My friend and confident of days old
Do not fret
Regret is wasted until the cost is met
I still hold you in high regard
I still remember you covered in your mothers make-up
And sitting on the naughty step
Until
Fame and success took hold of you
Before
Everybody grew through you
Not beside or along with you
You lifted while those around you stole
1 piece at a time a part of your soul
Hanging on to your coattails tooth and nail
Riding the gravy train for all it's worth
What on earth happened to you my friend
Fame and success has been unkind to you
And this is written not in pursuit of envy or jealousy
Rather than to remind you 1 day
When all is said and done
Down in the dumps out of luck
And your so called friends have abandoned you
You will realize I never gave up or left you
Cast aspersions or judged you
All I ever wanted was my best friend back
And to go back to having Sleep Over's
When we used to tell and share everything
I didn't loose a friend
I lost my sister
A cyclone and a whirlwind,
a twister of a typhoon;
capricious, turbulent,
winds mighty and destructive.
After, a calming cool
ensuing gentle breeze,
now softly blowing on your skin;
easing the weary mind and
soothing the perplexed soul.
Time now brings all things restored.
God's faithful abatement covenant,
seen while feeling the afterwards breeze.
Buzz blind
Meek mind
Still squeeze
Brisk breeze
Notes niche
Ride rich
Brown bits
Worn wit
Tell tale
Prick pale
Nude nice
Smooth spice
Juice joy
Taste toys
Play proud
Leap loud
End etch
Sound sketch
Good game
Boom blame
Prize pain
Grand gain
Leon Enriquez
19 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
The mind always knows the reasons and whys you are no longer here,
The heart counters, but I feel a longing and void, because you are not near,
The spirit, which produces the laughter, silliness, and smiles,
now needs some time to recover,
from the absence of one so dear.
Be
Being
Becoming
Light
Sight
Seeing
Touch
Senses
Knowing
Hint
Tint
Minting
Heart
Soul self
Thinking
Awake
Aware
Enlighten
Bloom
Groom
Feeling
Loiter
Linger
Laughter
Wander
Emerge
Wonder
Forward
Afterward
Circle
Chance
Change
Cycles
Guilt
Shame
Regret
Life
Love
Eternal
Fun
Wit
Playground
Here now
Afterwards
All things pass
Leon Enriquez
18 September 2014
Singapore
about afterwards
the anguish following
her words
The button now pressed ¬~
In modern melted mould, we ~¬~
now die, a spent race ¬~
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-7.php
The moment afterwards
The kiss on our naked skin
The smile and the look of completness
The warmth of your soul next to mine
The flushness of blood running through our bodies
The quickened beat of our hearts
The love that covers our state
The embrace we hold
The awaken spirit within us
The undissolving lust
The trust in each touch
The craving of satisfaction
The seduction that acts in our play
The silence as we catch our breath
The knowing that we love as we close our eyes
The dreaming of desire and fire
The closeness as we sleep
The moments afterwards
When you have exhaust
every thought inside your head
What's left afterwards
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