Attachment Navigating life’s unfolding flow, Caught up in happy gifts of memories, Weighed down by past regret and sadness, Sweet sticky, foulest sticky moments, Bold hope now races ahead childlike, Merciless fear dogs our sleepless night terrors, All happening where? Happening to who? © David R. Durham
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Wheat Fields
Wheat Fields Wind rolls through ripened wheat fields, Weaving and flowing, natural dance, Children’s shouts echo as they run, run And play, dogs barking at startled Wild rabbits running for new cover, Red combine harvesters revving, Warm summer’s fragrance fills the air, Dust gathers round the first clean cuts, Blades biting and biting the ripeContinue reading “Wheat Fields”
Labels
Labels What would we do without labels? A label for this, a label for that; Ah yes, now I know you, here’s your label, Friend, co-worker, awkward git, good sense of humour; And how would we shop without labels? Oh yes, I must have this one, but definitely not that one; Could our health systemContinue reading “Labels”
The Angry Men
The Angry Men The angry men swarmed across the Earth, Cawing with their fractious voices, Driven by their untamed hearts, Lustful in their greedy nature, Filled with perfidious self-doubts, Friends with fulsome fear. The angry men ignore Earth’s grace, Sucking the lands dry, Seizing their false birthright, Wealth their unholy credo, Filled with well disguisedContinue reading “The Angry Men”
The Offering
The Offering Sacred invocations gently calling, Sculpted ebony hands, clasped prayer like, Tribal keepers of lore, wisdom and love. Voices awash with ancient memories, Earth pulse, effortless dancing, raptured chants, Forgotten time, forgotten self, home again. Love woven hearts in blissful surrender, Earthy fragrant aroma melts their minds, Naught but this, naught but complete releaseContinue reading “The Offering”
Echoes
Echoes of Somewhere Somewhere there is a beating human heart, Human heart, human heart; Somewhere there is a heart that is singing, Is singing, is singing; Somewhere there is our dearest lover, Dearest lover, dearest lover; Somewhere there is the warmest of smiles greeting us, Greeting us, greeting us; Somewhere there is our human life,Continue reading “Echoes”
Old Photos
Old Photo’s Bending to tie my shoes, seems a little Harder this year, I sit, baggy trousered, Caressing the old blue photo album, Embossing slightly worn, occasional Pages are a little loose now. Opened; Love lost remembered, discovered Between stuck-together pages, brushing The grey stubble on my chin, grinning, my head, Bow’d slightly, silently reminiscing.Continue reading “Old Photos”
A Created Life
Mind Games Pealing apart the layers of our mind, Glued together with words, stitched by time, It unfolds unevenly, breaking up on Reflections of what probably happened, Quivering at heart felt dreams of what might Have played out, had no winter arrived. © David R. Durham
Memories In Stone
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
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”