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From the Archives #Throwback

THOUGHT PURGE

My life,
stacked wall to wall
in mouldy beige volumes;
some you read
and forget to return;
some come back
dog-eared
with strange bookmarks.

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April:#13- 07/30

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Cycle of Life

From the Archives #Throwback

THOUGHT PURGE

It was just a moment,
wheels spun in the air,
the earth, she hugged you close,
and the cycle of life
rode on without a sigh.

You would have just
been a stranger,
framed by my window,
for a fraction of time.

But now,
they lay those flowers
where you fell,
you have a scent,
a name,
a face,
you mix with the
light and the breeze;
a part of you
has seeped in
through the panes,
to ride the trails
forever,
with me.

Reacting to a fatal hit-and-run on a city street.
27/5/15: Linked to Dverse Poets

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When

From the Archives #Throwback

THOUGHT PURGE

when sleep lay awake,
watching sound drift away, slowly,
like the hush over a platform
as the last of the train angles away,
and shoes and wheels fade into spaces,
tracks cannot follow
in straight lines;

because sleep lay awake,
long after the last bird
had sung its last lullaby,
even the ones dressing
to hatch the next morning,
silenced by a circadian rhythm
of dark fear and finger-crossed hope,

I wish i could tell you when it happened,
sometime after the quiet began,
when the night was a parody
of its shadowy self,
a child’s charcoal drawing
on a damp canvas square,
a string puppet tied to its own
shackled hand;

sometime when sleep still lay awake,
and the birds had laid their voices to rest,
when the night hung from the moon
like a shrivelled caricature,
I wish i could tell you when it happened,
when the wheels turned away

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