Silent Escape
A light breath of wind refreshes his skin,
and the sun slowly fades away.
His gaze wanders through a violet-pink sky,
where faded clouds drift along.
Offering himself to the slow magic of the day,
the shades glide in harmony.
Silence lays a veil upon the shapes of the world,
evaporating in soft rising vapour.
He whirls, lost among immaterial beauties,
given to the immensity of space.
He lets himself be carried, his thoughts diluted in the clouds,
breathing in the sweetness of escape.
Then he drifts, guided by the mingled light of colours,
feeling weightless in the absence of sound.
It is not a dream nor an illusion,
but the quiet force of the reader who forgets himself.
To escape for a few moments…
into mute abysses where the sky glows and remembers.
— Joël Charvillat
Of her distress she couldn’t get rid
Did Dean aid Diana? Ed did
Poor Dan is in a droop
He knows she thinks he’d dupe
From his sly domain she has slid
An accountant asks for accuracy
Playing figures
Always got his mind tangled
Blurring his eyes
And so bustling the calculator
Making his neck strained and fingers stiff
But the cunning figures
Still manage to escape
From his balance sheet sometimes
Causing him a severe headache
What's more
So surprisingly
Sometimes has to go all the ways
To make fool of the figures
For tax evasion
Making himself
Restless and guilty
For the rest of the day
For the rest of his career life
We came down from an evening
hill walk
made coffee
on the two ring cabin stove.
She said she was weary.
I said I was weary.
Wearily we sat there in silence
a strange discontent creeping
across the floor rugs
as the sun began to sink.
“Is it too late to drive home” you asked.
I thought about the long drive in the dark.
“No” I replied thickly.
When two drive into tomorrow
you never know what unspoken words
are left behind.
Who taught rationality to act in an evasive way?
I send him my love aches whenever I feel them.
He heard a story in the darkness of night.
Is he supposed to ignore me every morning?
I assured him I would always remember him.
I'm born from his pleasure of forgetfulness.
Autumn huddles on my palms.
Work your way up from my roots to my branches
Written: September 9, 2021
Fly in the kitchen wiping its feet
Spreading germs for anyone to eat
In charges the dog on hearing a buzz
Hunting and chasing as a canine does
Snapping his teeth with persistent chase
New game to play at a sprightly pace
Jumping high his head flitting fast
Senses alert no barks did he blast
Evading capture the fly flits by
Snap goes the dog with another try
Picture that scene few more times
Stanza less of near repeated lines
A precision snap he caught the fly
Spits it out and it's still alive
Along the floor it staggers and wiggles
Almost drowns from doggy goo dribbles
Went to remove it but wasn't there
Maybe hiding, could be any where
Set to cleaning as dog settled down
Vacuumed in case fly body laid around
Suddenly from nowhere flying in the air
Wings now wonky but didn't seem to care
Through an open window flying swiftly out
Skilled in evasion - an ace flying scout.
27.11.20
Sleep evades me tonight.
Tears are fighting to be set free.
I am stuck in an endless battle.
My eye's burn with white hot liquid.
My heart aches for comfort.
Someone to tell me, I'll make it through.
But my pride stops me.
The words die on my tongue.
I keep the pain to myself.
I let it out when no one is around to hear.
My sobs echo in empty rooms.
I hold myself together with hope.
Sleep evades me tonight.
Tears are fighting to be set free.
I am stuck in an endless battle.
Please set me free.
There once were some Senators in office
Approving taxes that really cost us
But when an audit was done
The Senators had paid none
These crooks are adding to our losses
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