A mind realized that it had become
itself, a self
that had been molded by fractured hands
yet somehow
by the grace of time
had now become itself.
This self was both a shop-window and a mannikin,
yet even though it was a cut-out
of certain carefully crafted characteristics of an imaged reality,
it knew it was,
and
that is the difference
between one who sleep-walks an existence
and one who is fully-charged
and ready to be a light
unto itself.
Categories:
mannikin, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A mannikin,
Half-dressed by sunshine
Half-naked in a spotlight glare.
No detail or features,
no sexuality
other than the shape.
When a thing is 'shapely'
we understand
that detail
gets in the way.
All we need are hands
to follow
and shape a thought.
Categories:
mannikin, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Relationship to
'String theory'...
...Tries to explain
everything; but not
emotion,
Commotion as Bosons
and Fermions
unravel,
Travel to reveal the
building blocks of
LIFE!
Yet nothing can
explain a feeling,
Peeling back the
skin of the
universe,
Worse are we for
perturbation.
Synapses fire in the
brain,
Strain the axions;
devoid of spin and
charge,
Recharge the
painters palette!
So that colours of
consciousness
unfurl,
Hurl Quarks to
combine into
hadrons,
Protons and
neutrons.
By what sensation of
the heart,
Starts the
realisation that we
know nothing,
Missing a beat of
substance.
I Surrender to my
singularity,
Parity with others,
as our worlds move
apart,
Bit part actor, hung
by a cosmic thread.
Fling me to the
cosmos, the search
goes on,
Hadron Collider,
Einstein, Hawking,
Mannikin of life,
force of nature,
Major time to
reflect on LIFE,
I am content!
Chris Matthews
16.07.2014
Categories:
mannikin, goodbye, introspection, relationship, universe,
Form: Verse
A face presses up to a store window display
of an angel in ermine
with arms bangled and boots thigh high.
Mannikin thighs harder than the fake tree
in the corner festooned with popcorn ...
stale now in the airless window.
The eyes of the child glow looking in
as mannikin eyes look out at the
turtle-necked tourists stopping to smile
at the child watching a toy train wind
past the feet of the angel in ermine
and her glistening red boots.
The train is filled with jeweled brooches,
earrings, and a necklace of diamonds.
Growing tired now, the child walks
to a cardboard box at the corner of this store
where her mother sits on an old pillow
holding a flute to be played as its
red carrying case fills with coins.
Coins that will never buy diamonds.
Hauntingly beautiful Christmas carols her mother plays
while the child sits on the sidewalk
watching feet pass and coins drop.
Soon, they will walk across the street to a cafe
where she will drink hot chocolate
before they return to this box
to sleep in the silent night.
Categories:
mannikin, childhoodchild, angel, angel, child,
Form: Narrative