Profusely Poetic!

Actors

20 August 2011

19:00

Oh, Deliciously Unselfconscious Muse:

Through labyrinths of delightfully sane insanity

No means have I to stem this flow

Or suppress this humble vanity --

Where freedom binds us close

Completely open is this bond

Limitless spaces inside this enclosure

As minds and hearts grow fond

Deep as a rainforest and deeper still

than the ageless swollen river

A turbulent stillness leaves in its wake

two hearts trembling, a-quiver

Such contradictions rule this age --

my love, my fellow-actor on this stage...

Anything I Say

16 August 2011

16:49

All day, all day this stretched waiting when

Anything I say, everything I do

Momentary eternal moments

Seem to echo, around memories of you

Continuous imagined conversations

Some had, some to be done

A reverb of warmth imbued with light

From moments when we were one

Memories of a look, an aged, ageless look

synchronicity of time, place, and mood

Earthy eternal longings

On life, on love, I brood

While images... they flit, they stay, they wait

On ephemeral mornings they intrude.

The Walrus's Song

08 August 2011

04:30

"The trick," said the Walrus, "my

worthy Woodworks Friend,

is to know it for an illusion

and still enjoy it till the end:

"Savour the vision, the waft and whisper

the texture, the taste and touch

For without these sensory accessories

The experience isn't worth much;

"I know life is an illusion

But I still want it so

Let's create a worthy delusion

Of being high, of being low."

The Carpenter gazed at the Walrus

Wondering what to add

To make her life less mundane

To stop her from going mad.

"Could we run away together

From you and from me?"

The Carpenter found the way out--

the way they could both be free--

From sobriety, ennui, angst

A detached attachment they found

Through a maze of highways and speedbumps

To a fortress run aground.

The weather, it was perfect

Some rain, just right, not too much

All arranged by the Carpenter

Who had contacts he could touch.

Combine wordpress and a single malt

Two youngsters chirping along

A gentle breeze caresses green land

A haunting arabic song.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,

"To talk for a little while:

Of clouds, the moon, a haiku, the breeze

Of perfection in a smile."

The Carpenter, oh he just smiled,

Mostly with his eyes

After a score and five of affectionate disdain

It was an incredible sunrise.

Your scent on my pillow

04 August 2011

21:19

Leave your scent on my pillow

For these long, longing nights

The touch of your skin on sheets

Of fingertips so light

Whiffs of your warmth in my blanket

A memory of being held tight

Leave a bit of wonder, of magic

For these long, longing nights.

For the warm and colourful night

Pales, fades by day

Your back looks broad, dignified

As you walk away --

Leave your love with me, my love,

To keep this longing at bay.