Martin Shone's Blog, page 37
October 28, 2015
Holy Water
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A shadow of thought
curls itself around the edges of my mind
causing little fluctuations of angst to brew a bitter tea
a bitter black tea
in which even the shadows dare not venture
yet they curl and creep along the delicate porcelain of
and there my mind wanders away, to thoughts of … time
How this poet wishes to dance
to shake off his stagnant solitude
and fly to the stars, where he might find
a different kind of solitude
a peaceful, warm, light and happy solitude
where the bitter black tea
is made with Holy Water
if such a thing exists, which this poet surely doubts
for what is Holy Water but a concoction of Earthly alchemists
and there my mind wanders away, to thoughts of … love
You crash into my life, such as it is
and so you rearrange my thoughts
you upset the apple-cart of my heart
yet you pluck at the core of me
before you understand the skin of my world
and the flesh of my existence
and so what am I to do, but acquiesce to these feelings
building within my shadows
and there my mind wanders away, to thoughts of … you
and there I am lost …
October 27, 2015
blinded by the darkness of his soul
in the darkness of his soul
he confronts his fear
and as the clouds break
he is blinded
and as anticipation builds
… tears fall in his solitude
and once more he is blinded
by the darkness of his soul …
October 17, 2015
Dark Silence
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Let me give you silence …
When the universe cried its first tear
when it awoke and spread its blood-stained dreams
upon the pillow of morning
when its first sound was the death of time
and when time refused to die
there came silence …
heart breaking, soul destroying, eternal
silence …
When the universe, spoke
the stars believed that they were real
and yet the voice of time echoed
in distant memories of unfolding stories
and so they listened in silence …
belief shattering, mind altering, cruel
silence …
When the universe became more than itself
when it kissed the very centre of itself
the beginning of time began to know itself, more
and so it began the search in the darkness of itself
for the reasons of silence …
skin ripping, scream swallowing, bright
silence …
When the universe sings of immortality
as it pushes against the unknown extremities of life
it births such imperfections and leaves them trailing
leaves them wondering and questioning
leaves them to die
in the silence of night’s reflections
And there you have silence …
breath stealing, feather falling, dark
silence …
October 14, 2015
Love’s trusting peace
How the sun gives birth to shadow
How the stars give birth to night
How the trees give birth to beauty
and this soul gives birth to life
The jigsaw path within the forest
is there created by both light and shadow
See how beautiful are the leaves
as their autumn shades of death and rebirth fall
to begin a new picture of life’s journey
as the trees reach up towards the stars of love’s trusting peace
Oh how this life is so easily birthed
Oh how it fights to breathe
Oh how the shadows from the sun
embrace this thing within …
… my eternal dying flame
October 6, 2015
New paths born out of the shadows
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Reflections of time
dance upon the darkened road
where lost hope
is found within life’s
brilliance of possibilities
and so the path
to new
is only shadowed
by those cold feelings
of night’s naked sleeplessness
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October 2, 2015
Delicate apprehension
Is it but an impossible flower
this feeling of softness
within me?
Is it nothing
but a scent of remembrance
of your closeness
of your warmth?
Is this cloudburst of tears
nothing but an apparition
swimming through my heart?
Are the candles wavering
because you left a part of you
here, for me to feel?
These dreams and silences
lost moments and remembered smiles
reside upon the crumbling memory
of time spent, loving you
as we walked in the delicate apprehension
of not knowing if those moments
would be, lost
… and yet the moon
reflects itself
upon the memory of your eyes …
September 27, 2015
Time’s lonely ghost
~
Silent is the shadow
which creepeth long and bold
it never ages, it never dies
it is, forever old
The sun may burn
the wind may howl
the rain may drench its skin
but the shadow remains always
a yawning hungry cowl
Silent is the shadow
which creepeth like a thief
it never ages, it never dies
it is, the one beneath
The snow may settle
the mist may drown
the night may cover its skin
but the shadow remains always
wearing its darkling crown
Silent is the shadow
which creepeth like a snake
it never ages, it never dies
it is, awaiting fate
The hail may pound
the storm may moan
the grass may tickle its skin
but the shadow remains always
a sunset on the roam
Silent is the shadow
which creepeth cold and lost
it never ages, it never dies
it is, time’s lonely ghost
September 24, 2015
My second Open Mic Night
I did it again! :)
I was still rather nervous but I think I’m getting better at it, although I need to slow down a bit and I stammered on the last line of the first poem, I’ve never stammered reading my poetry, I only ever stammer a little in real life, hmmm…
The poems I read are:
The Echo Of You
Upon All Things
White
Strength (second video)
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September 19, 2015
White
~
White
the mist rolls
‘pon the leaves of time
White
it curls
‘pon the memory of thine
; reflecting eyes
White
the mist rolls
‘pon the leaves of time
White
it drifts
‘pon the embrace of thine
; spirit of life
White
the mist rolls
‘pon the leaves of time
White
it kisses
‘pon the softness of thine
; fragile grace
White
the mist rolls
‘pon the leaves of time
White
it breathes
‘pon the sunburst of thine
; innocent charm
White
the mist rolls
‘pon the leaves of time
White
it plays
‘pon this heart of mine
; thine magical tune of love beguiled
September 15, 2015
Flowers
***
Sunrise toasts the petals
into something beautiful
bringing to life
the fragrance of creation
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