(The Expanding and Stagnating)

Lurid luminescence in lucid vitality,
vivid in its vibrancy.
Emotional palette motioned by memory,
memory in its infancy.
Experience expanding the layers of learning,
beliefs in elasticity,
motioned by memory, stagnating in stages,
stubbornness stripping layers of learning.
New experience expanding further thoughts,
negating failed experience;
learning presses on.
Memory motioned by memory,
stubbornness stripping layers and saving
saving layers that suit.
Coarse layers stripped by time,
stagnating in stages

Failed experience

Motioned by memory stripped by time

memory stripped by time

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(the expanding and stagnating of)                                                                                                 time.

Time on my Hands

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Light spills onto skin,

soft to touch,

but deeper still
an inner glow tends.

Reflections
abound in tandem,

a rippled crowd of fractals
slipping past the frame-limit

What If

A child in the supermarket,

clutches tightly their mother’s hand

makes micro-observations;

the height of the ceiling

and where the pipes may go,

counting the tiles on the floor

and creating an equation to match. 

what direction the shadows are cast.

It is a human desire to wonder – what if?

Allowing minute, insignificant things to manifest and grow

a trait often exclusive to a child’s psyche.

But by no fault of their own

a child

entranced by the ceilings

the floor tiles and the shadows

might not be so wary of the bigger things in front of them;

usually a pole, sometimes a window

but rarely a person

another child

who much the same would

never realise the other was there.

Fate wouldn’t bear good news, nor would it caution them 

their paths would just cross prematurely 

each afforded the other’s presence 

ten years too early and without 

the butterflies.

In the meantime, they fade

each clutching their mother’s hand

going their separate ways until they meet again.

For now, to each other, just shadows, only foreshadows.

Lunar Sea/Lunacy

Smoky jonquil hue
concaved and serrated,
concealed by the clouds
softened and sedated.

Intermittent blinks

flashes of ruby red,

guiding in the dark

as sea and sky are wed.

Dulled by a warm blade

veiled in a vapoured gloom,

piercing the nothing

the sunk ship met her doom.

(and so too did the moon).

#Sunsets

Sunset in a mirror
rusting into memory
of a day gone by.

Corners

Half-light
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like fingers on metal bars
and seeping in, you
illuminated the - idea -
of a world passing by
                                                                    outside,
awaiting analysis and accentuation, like the
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A Year

In winter's nights I see your shine

but in summer's days it's more divine.

My jaw just falls as footsteps spring

as I clasp onto a light that's mine.

I see with time the light wont fade 

but brighten with each moment made

as I seek into the the season; you

make my mind assured and less afraid.

So one short trip around the sun
is a lifetime of love, just begun.

As the sun, life revolves around you -

like the Earth, I am smiling and spun.

I Made a Lot of Mistakes

Feathered flutter hovers over hollow mounds.

All things stay.

All things change.

Outstretched wingspan blustered over golfing grounds.

Drive away.

Hunting range.

Sunlight from Atlantic's reflection blinding.

All things stay.

All things change.

Overheard phonecalls of dejection finding.

Work away.

Rearrange.

22°

The cirrostratus sky frames your sweet smile

as the halo envelopes the lunar orb.

The pale light is twice reflected to the sea

and within it my worries are absorbed.

For the winter's dark is broken by your light

and the days are slowly getting longer.

With each parting cloud, your parting lips

and each sunrise seen, my heart is stronger.

In the solstice's end I find my solace;

you are the antidote for my furrowed frown.

For the halo that surrounds the pale moon

reflects upon the one I find upon your crown.

And when I am softened by such a spark

it makes me almost welcome a brief dark.

Repetition and Alteration

Repetition is a constructed lie
but one that allows us to thrive
for it's a variation improved by
the new moments had whilst alive.

Alteration in the familiar
is a route to a rout of rights
through perfecting something similar
and subsiding all of the slights.

Caught

I walked heady into the sweet,

damp night, however caught I was in its

leverage.

The dog across the street whined for me, impetuous, drummed

my porous skin into air,

like a mother praying for their child, making 

me alive again,

embryonic.

Sunspots blossomed over the fullness of night, and 

I curled, ashamed, inside 

their morning light.

Night Light

Shocking synapse barrage

weans a wary glance out the soul's windows

apple of the beholder's eye;

heart palpitations, away it goes.

Scalding black drink

innervate the weary soma

stimulate neither skull nor organs

Blind to dreams and desire, mental glaucoma.

Sweet synesthesia needle,

holy skin, mind wholly in trance

gnaw on God's flesh

and falter in his dance.

Rising lumen reflexes

further subdue subterranean sorrow.

Sensory blaze, pneuma to ash

vagrant drift to vapid tomorrow.

Ticking Away

This starts

as something

something so slight

                                                                     until caught by                                                            time

and is caught by the night

until it departs

without warning

and it is

over.

Breath

Thereisn'tenoughspaceforspaces 

Ortimeforerasing.

Dentrimentalsentiments 

Setmonumentalprecedents—

Nothingisevident.

Worn

The lone man stalks the road,

old patched jacket sewed

marks snake where he once strode.

A stolen meal, nothing owed

he still lives by moral code

that lone man nothing slowed.

The Passing of Storm Frank

Grandad, I remember those special times

like milk-rounds protecting you from parking fines,

screaming at the warden to leave you alone

in my youth, not knowing you could park on double lines.

Grandad, I remember how you asked about the scores

as you helped me close the milking barn doors,

both bemoaning the demise of glory days past

ever hard-working as you complete your chores.

Grandad, I remember a childhood playground from your farm

knowing that I could come to no harm,

a break from play with biscuits and pop

whilst listening in wonder to your unique charm.

Grandad, I remember how you displayed your pride

for how your family have all followed your lead and tried

and the way you have been such a influence on the girls

we all feel your wonderful warmth inside.

Grandad, I've learned how each moment that passes

is an excuse for laughter and I'll pass that to my classes,

there's rarely a serious moment that can't be made light

so I will see you when I get my glasses.

Nuclear

The pink sky rubs off onto me,

and I am coated in the wisps like Nuclear ash.

Wafts of stale body smell rise from my bed and I.

The window sucks the trickle of my lamp

into the night -

a plenum,

slowly evacuating.

Snapshot

While tomorrow's tomorrow's yesterday

and what was won't be forever

our precious fragments of today

will hold relevance forever

so that yesterday's yesterday's

forgotten not tomorrow, but never.

What It Means

What I thought impossible got me ensnared.

It might seem silly at first glance,

But many things appear dim when compared

To the shackles of circumstance.