Past
and future
are hinges
of all that seems~
and these hinges
bolster approaches
of seeking paths
leaving raw
separation as
what seems~~
she stumbled over her own shadow
on course for one more restless night
a candle on the window sill flickered
bade farewell to the day’s struggle
scented with the fragrance of sweat
it was not so much a nightmare but
a vivid recollection of what had been
as the drenched duvet made her shiver
cotton wool draped over her eyes
made her remember the lashes
from the whip of another encounter
with the truth of her serrated narrative
too weak to talk with the demons
fearful and anxious of an uncertain future
she looked at the corroded hinges
of the closed casement that barred her view
ferrous rust played a ferocious serenade
in tune with the wind unable to soothe
somehow however the dust finally settled
and closed the narrow aperture of sorrow
her gaze fell upon the slender doorway
behind which had to be an outline of hope
when she squeezed through the dubious opening
she dared to question the sun and the moon
settled for the unknown as an act of resistance
and walked out of her life
03rd August 2021
Babies, they will cry and cry;
They have plenty of reason;
It must be hard to come here,
From the other side.
Leaving Heaven's not easy;
Especially to, come here.
But, each child will bring gifts with
Them that, can change things.
With each birth also comes hope,
They'll use those gifts for good and
Change the course of Earth's future.
They must grow up here.
In this realm of doom and gloom;
Take care not to corrupt them.
Someday they'll have ideas
to improve life, the
Hinges for, the future's door.
The future, it then becomes
Whatever we dream and do
A utopia.
THE HINGES OF DAY
Children never age
They ride the hinges of day
Snow melted away
Silent footprints left by you
impressions frozen in time
as you hurried into the empty cold night
I sat alone, watching the door
it never moved
for a time, it stayed open
still hoping, you would return
there was only silence
its hinges turned rusty and fell
7/18/14
How dare you, making this about versus!
I take no position among fillets.
In fact, I defend the ground between us.
For that I must verse you, though I would anyways.
To plainly put all our lives on a fence,
That neither you nor I will go,
Or might we both as independent events –
I see that you also know.
It’s not fair to tangle my mechanical thinking,
O’er the likelihood of being taken by naught.
My dreams are fading, my hopes are sinking,
And look what you brought. ====(==)
Beneath us avails our mirrored pond,
Having more, by doing less, and yes, the ignore.
To power your craft, looking on and beyond,
To have the last laugh, whether rich ever poor.
This is why I will not squirm, nor cry,
By saying ugly things that lack certain approach,
And form metaphorical patterns that fully lie,
And then surrender when it's time to encroach.
Or, not.
Dealing positive in measure.."
Engendering for better..!
oil all the hinges
silence the light with rose pink…
hide the computer
*advise to lovers :P
As due perfect dove returns true love
When you let loose freely choose love
How long does freedom last my love
No reason to be blue forever true love
Faithful comings goings this love
No perversion strait way truth’s love
Never deceive ensues dove’s flew
Above the sky blue my new love
Fate chooses forever old is true love
Faith’s mate has grew into due love
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