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CAME A COLD MOUNTAIN

Quietly now, 
my serenading sky 
you to me are!
almost radiant and high, facing the light
be about your plants of green 
your strewn paths and needles
let rays tend the weeds that harbour gainst your hand 
and trowel deep each foot that steps
they live as do I 
mountains waiting ire 
I watch and yearn the uprooting 
the dislocation,  the cast away,
each fibre stretched against the cotton 
and the curl of sweat 
separates...
Ventures a rivulet down your back, 
you are the mystery my love
Knelt neath the shading of time
bowed, from the unforgiving branch, 
how do I see you so
a dance 
to the music in my heart 
a dance 
that wealds the tilling grasp, 
the pain I feel , is white peaks screaming
curling to kiss the clouds 
each bead pours from your diamonds stream
and settles on the rock
catching sunlight on your nape, 
a nape I've kissed a thousand times 
I live a'neath the bowing branch, 
allowed my wallow time
in shadows looking down
timeless tunes a humming 
little inconsequential notions 
swept back, brushed away
a remembered time when ledges cowered,
in rockbeds so dry of love
like strangled flowers 
that grow untended, like lies
reflecting summer sunsets under the
mountains of your  
unforgiving eyes...

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GREY LADY

In your skin, 
tones and sunsets pale 
to
shades of grey 
a passing lonely ship 
sailing 
away, 
taking the 
breeze the sun 
and all that could have been,
could have begun,
with 
a billowed sigh,
your eyes are
closing 
like the ashes of regret
like stoney diamonds,  
they cry... unset,

closing 
like a large chest 
filled with pillioned memories 
and 
conquests

now
trapping 
everything inside 
catching 
the high tide

let it spill clear and true 
all over me, over you

wrap your sails tight 
opaque 
it's not too late 
for my breath to sail you high 
close your diamonds 
on the sky 
and sway in your tones of grey

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WRITTEN ON YOUR FACE

Ahh!
peering out, 
never in 
your words are whisper thin 
like willow-silk spun 
drying parched 
on your skin

Ahh
but I read you very clear 
every word every fear
indelibly etched
nose, mouth, eyes
words, words, words
Lies, lies, lies

blink once and I'll cease
or period 
full stop
bleed 
inside each crease,

it's your face, i see!
beautiful
it emasculates me 
disempowers me
tirelessly 
sees through me,

I have no words for you 
my love...
they're gone... not a trace 
I could save myself,
the agony of speech 
and just peel them off your face

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GLITZ

The whittled worries and fears shred my nerves like ants on glass, sparkling red. I notice and bow to the glitterati in their fine silks and cuts of cloth because they pay my wages; they care little for the red-cheeked fellow in the silly hat, whose spring step is more right-right than left-right. I’ve become the cheesy blue veined odour curdling on the edge of the plate, readying the silver bone china scrape.
I don't belong at this party with my ill-fitting garb and my eyes mercilessly seduced by the bejeweled beauties beset with jouncy bouquets, spilling colours fountain-like, their exuberant price tags hanging down unembarrassed, soliciting the eye to not deny the wealth. The verdant green will see two-stepping tonight, to the tunes in my head. I am the entertainment, yet feel like the booby prize no one sees. Must I sing for my supper in my red striped specially selected boating hat, or should I croon like the scolded cat serenading the moon.
That's when  I saw her slinking and jingling, a charade slipping its mooring, her face dreamy, floating on a tide of lilacs and honeysuckles, and like a brazen queen-worthy vessel, she parted the waves to meet me on the floor closely followed by a scrum of sweaty-faced boys that  up-anchored and waddled in her wake. I sang a croon for her ears alone, to imagine dancing with me under the crescent of the moon, in our garden filled with cents and honey and songs to set the traps with money - but all that this did achieve, was nothing but the wish to be elsewhere, somewhere a little less funny. 

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TEARS ON BONE

Tears trickle 
from the branch 
to the ground
digesting 
my love by the pound
leaves of sorrow 
browsing at the sky 
sad songs,  stilled!
mourning the last 
of autumns lullaby 

I,
a lonely tree 
bending at the 
elbow and the knee 
bending in the naked  breeze 
crying at reflections 
only she could see,
naked and alone 
the grey cast sky 
is still as lonely as
tears on bone

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