Never Lost You talk to me in the way you like to do, your words, all news, what's happening in the world. I adore you for your vast humanity, the way you'll never cease to show how love transforms us all, so we are never lost.
Out of the Dark "The mind, once enlightened, cannot again become dark" Thomas Paine The journey started many years ago, as Hesse had, heading to the East, his mind a fragile butterfly of hope. And once he settled there he realised there was no returning, no way back. Yet still he yearned for the warm comforts of sin, an ignorance of unknowing dreams. He dreamt only of stillness and respite. Knowledge is like a sparkler in the night, thirty seconds, just on the edge of sight, the marks of it left inside your eyes as firefly sparks crackle and quickly die. But somehow, these images remain; illusions of light that guide us through the dark.
For Ronovans Decima Challenge with Beach the prompt word on the A rhyme line.
The Shipwreck He left the port set on a reach, genoa tight, clenched in the cleat. Quite soon, he knew, he'd have to beat, remember all sea dogs could teach. Portland loomed above Chesil Beach, a darkling sky filled him with dread. The white whipped waves he saw ahead would see his boat tossed, as the squall held his surviving hopes in thrall. The last he saw, his mainsail shred.
The Trail Is Cold - A Decima
We've had our fill and gone without;
it's all part of life's ebb and flow.
We sometimes wonder where years go,
how seasons change and change about.
When certainty turns into doubt
as youthful days grow ever old,
prognostications turn less bold.
Ever unsure of what we've learned
we mourn for wisdom, less discerned
and somehow lost. The trail is cold.
A contribution to Ronovan’s Decima Challenge 65 with Go being the prompt word on the B rhyme line.
Old Possum Rides Again Our garden boils with local cats. They dig the earth where seedlings grow, squat, poop, paw back the soil and go on sniffing out domestic rats. They are feline aristocrats whose sleek demeanour, haughty ways drove Eliot to overpraise their practicality. My wife is apt to chase them with a knife, back through the local alleyways.
A contribution to Ronovan’s Decima Challenge with WHIM as the prompt word on the B rhyme line.
The Dylan/Perkins Controversy
Bob Dylan, in Workingman's Blues,
once went into town on a whim,
saw his Pa (or thought it was him)
wearing a pair of Blue Suede Shoes.
Carl Perkins was shocked at the news,
thought, How can this possibly be.
Those shoes are agnatic to me!
But Dylan was not to be crossed
and Perkins was not to be bossed.
It ended unmusically!
For Ronovan’s Decima Challenge with GOLD as the prompt word on the A rhyme line.
Gave Up Years Ago I liked my cigarettes self-rolled. The craft of it is quite a trick; paper out, baccy in, quick lick the glued strip, fingers poised to fold an aromatic Autumn Gold. I did enjoy a puff, a drag of a smooth, perfect, homemade fag. The curling smoke, the stained ceiling showing how my lungs were feeling, enveloped by this noxious shag.
This week's contribution to Ronovan's Decima Challenge #54 with BIRTH as the prompt word on the D rhyme line
How We Mythologise
When Joseph found his wife with child
he was suspicious as she'd not
found time to let him have the lot;
he thought she may have been defiled.
She claimed that she had spent a wild
night sleeping with some holy ghost,
but being young, inclined to boast,
and noticing her growing girth,
invented tales of virgin birth;
because otherwise, she was toast.
For the Rononvan Decima Challenge with CHASE as the prompt word on the C rhyme line.
Blessed are the Cheesemongers
The Soviets were first to send
a cosmonaut beyond the air
we breathe. Gagarin had a rare
resolve, was slightly round the bend
not knowing where his flight would end.
So then began the thrilling chase
to fire some men to outer space,
be first to land upon the Moon,
discern from which cheese it was hewn.
A Gorgonzola carapace?
Retirement and Beyond
Tenacity of the tiger,
ferocious in your calling,
constantly seeking a better way,
how to live a fuller life;
sometimes fierce in your cajoling,
always kind for kindness sake.
You've danced your way
though working days
without tiring, never stalling,
to build a world where all are equal,
where justice triumphs over greed.
We sometimes feel, in that,
we never will succeed,
but each act links to every other,
every sister, every brother,
everyone that you have known
who cared enough to struggle on.
For us, we will continue,
partners, lovers, friends,
so many sparkling days
and moon drenched nights
lie stretching out before us,
these hours transfixed with light.
And for all of our remaining years
we'll write a simple syllabus of love,
a plan of dreams and aspiration,
hand in hand, heart in heart.