Short Artefacts Poems
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ARTEFACTS
A working clock makes a house look lived-in, occupancy-wise;
A lit bulb makes occupants look unwilling to compromise.
BRAQUE
cubist
creations
ROUSSEAU
variagated
vegetatioj
SCHWITTERS
assembled
artefacts
TWINKU a double word distich with integral title
I’m weakened by the hazy heat,
But locals bustle in the street,
And all around me lively talk.
The tarmac melting as I walk,
I see the artefacts of Rome -
And guess it’s pouring down at home.
For Deb’s Summer in the City contest
As surrounded by
To find comfort in
Most splendid of artefacts
An era's, bygone
He's turned it into
While is placed therein
His mind, such, a museum.
Web-free. Nor dim-lit.
One this oft toured does befit.
Daily; and night-long.
Wasn't High Street so well decorated for the holidays.
So many lights and other artefacts, with Christmas tree so rife.
Everyone shop-windowing, hardly a friendly gaze.
Elated with so many presents was my wife.
Yet how we have forgotten our life of strife.
artefacts of ancient love
misty eyes fading light
half dark sky raining
clouds
illuminated arc in the
orphaned western sky
waterfalls of memories
thirsty
for a harmonious world
we are in the roaring beach
embraced staring into the
inner eye like
a twinned rainbow
9.40 am
july19 2016
Form:
ARTEFACTS
recreated
as
a colossus
in time
using
dimensional depiction
extended
into reality
a glimpse
of the past
with
the possibility
of consolations
begetting beauty
melancholy
steeped in
its ethereal glory
to reflect
on the
inspiration
fashioned
mirrored
in
conceptual space
discovered
by
visionaries
&
expressionist
glowing
in a
maximalist style
Secrets every family have them
Secrets that are sacrate
Hidden away in a vault
Buried deep within the sand
Like artefacts out of sight, out of mind
Secrets we all have them
It's apart of who we are
Secrets are like a treasure chest
Cast out on a deserted land
Never to be conceal
Never to be revealed
As we walk upon this land
Secrets are nuclear weapons
You can say, there are your trump cards
Secrets, don't you just dislike them.
Flayed inside his shadow box.
A permanent collection.
Years lost under glass.
History anchors hate and trinket.
He crafted this cabinet.
Polished the locks.
The tours are all guided.
And he leads every step.
To the left: heart on shelf.
To the right: fist just in case.
His exhibitions never open.
His artefacts are never viewed.
A relic in love’s wreckage.
Sorry, forever sorry.
Read the sign: Stand behind the line.
Don’t touch the display.