Memories In Stone Can memories turn to stone? Can the breath Of life leave enduring traces, skeletons In time, long past the memory of living Men? Pulsating, vibrant mind, captured in More than flesh and blood of flowering brain. © David R. Durham
Author Archives: David
Dancing Through Each Day
Dancing Through Each Day It hit me one Autumn morning; As I shuddered to a halt. All future plans went up in smoke; And my past became just vague memories. My mental Juggernaut ran out of gas; Is this what death feels like I wondered. For those whose time is up; A terminal condition diagnosedContinue reading “Dancing Through Each Day”
Tribal Roots
Tribal Roots Tickle the time when your dreams can come true, Leave behind old scores unsettled, magnify Your hopes and twist the reality we call fate. Lie merchants breath life into old bones dangling, In the soft comfortable chair paused in time, Channel after channel of dreamers delight. Seldom have we marched to one drumContinue reading “Tribal Roots”
O’ Bag a Bones
O’ Bag a Bones O’ bag a bones does thou lie t’ me? Now I recognise thee on waking, thee I Know, Does’t thou recognise waking me? O’ bag a bones thy life so fancy, thy story Well told, again and again thy rymes unfold, each Passing second, each fanciful hour thy Tale weaves anotherContinue reading “O’ Bag a Bones”
Sleepy Head
Sleep Sleep, sleep and rest your time filled head, rest Easy in your time liberated dreams. Dance, dance, Flow with the rhythm of life’s dream-time, before Simple me arises again with the morning sun. © David R. Durham To receive Blog updates, click on the +Follow on your screen.
Entrances & Exits
Tell me Mr. Doorman, what shall I pay you To keep the world at bay? The other world, That other place, you know which one I mean. Tell me Mr. Gatekeeper, what fee must I pay to let me pass this way? A long Forbidden path, you know the one I mean. © David R.Continue reading “Entrances & Exits”
Time
Time Has no edges, stacked, unstacked, leave behind, Now moving ahead, we flow unconsciously. No way to change direction, we imagine other Paths, dream in vain of other happier times. Onward tumbling we go, no rest or pause, A parachutist’s committed descent, body And soul, until Death adds a final full-stop, Untwined once more, tinyContinue reading “Time”
Big Blue Yonder
Big Blue Yonder You hope to meet me in a distant heavenly tomorrow; A kettle starts to boil. You catch a glimpse of my face in the moon and stars; Letters drop through the door. You call for me in your darkest, loneliest hours; My shirt it smells fresh, newly washed. You find brief respiteContinue reading “Big Blue Yonder”
Cafe Style
Cafe Style Blind rules didn’t necessarily Mean too much to him, he skiffled And shuffled up and down the stairs. His rough worn manual labour hands, Are gripping, floating, rubbing, flirting With polished grained wooden rail. He seldom looked down, his sure Falling feet finding their usual Well rehearsed home trodden place. © David R.Continue reading “Cafe Style”
The Journey
The journey begins, upsidedown Weather, foul beeze wrapping round me Solid thighs. Horn calls clatter Of’d starboard bow, caught in taught Fever of blue cold mornin’ rush-hour. © David R. Durham To receive Blog updates, click on the +Follow on your screen.