In the photograph before me,
stretched out to fit the screen,
the faces that smile out at us
are not what they would seem.
But each a silent witness
of the pain that haunts the soul
and each a careful construct
that only has one goal:
to build a bridge to heaven,
reseal the sands of time,
to make of life an anteroom
that leads to birth sublime.
And looking at that picture,
stretched out to fit the screen,
I thank those Buddhist faces
for the sharing of their dream.
Carrick Townsend
09/08/21
Gently their world now breathes fresh life
into a dormant winter’s heart;
for behold the leaves are rife
with fragrance, zest and strength to start
their lives anew as hopes impart.
His arms, her eyes unfurl a wing
unhurried. She reveals her face;
a thousand blooms that are hiding
suddenly opens an ice-chilled place,
when vows reseal pale love with grace.
From cold nights, one lesson they learn...
burying faith down to the ground
is trite. A point of no return
from chains they refuse to be bound,
affirming to stay... godly crowned.
Point Of No Return Contest 12/10/2016
Sponsor: Nicola Bryne
I subside but not the rain
I revel in the falling pain
All my words come out inane
All my thoughts scream insane
I know that this should not be real
But that can’t stop the way I feel
I am unable to reseal
The wound that Time will never heal
The dark miasma in my brain
Comes forward with banners of the slain
My thoughts whirl by on a black train
The dark miasma is my bane
Your death doth tell me to be strong
And I’ve your memory to prolong
But yet I do still ever-long
To sing with you a final song
I place my roses on your grave
And listen to you in the breeze
And on your tomb I do engrave
Your shape in shadows from the trees
Story Unreal
So wats the deal
Virtual unsealed
Reseal, repackage, unreel
Greatest trick revealed
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