Renewal

`



There must be a death
if there is to be a resurrection;
The demise of something
in part or the whole of:
that portion of one's being...
Only then shall we see
with eyes new as morning's first light.
Only then shall we have
reinvented ourselves:
allow ourselves to take the first steps
laden with amnesia
of the former, forgotten self.
Come and cease to be
and let today bow to the
kiss of tomorrow's promise.
Tread upon the petals of yesterday
and smell the fragrance that
lingers, that solitary spectre,
olfactory memory that words cannot outline.
Wound your forgiveness with the scar of remembrance.
Nothing is as sweet to the lips
than the ashes strewn from the phoenix rising.

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Convenient Amnesia

Many times 'convenient amnesia' is all we have to survive and live another day.

`


My heart bleeds
both fears and gladness
splattered tears
share pavement
spent poison darts.

My hand quakes
both words and gestures
symphonic songbirds
salve torment
spared iron brand.

My eye shuts
both dark and brightness
smothered landscapes
sparse wildernesses
splayed truth forsaken.



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Midnight Rendezvous

A conception of the "true marriage of minds" which hopefully we shall all have experienced at least once in our lives. Written in 1990 to the inspiration of Rimbaud's Le Bateau ivre.

`



Join me in this boat of drunkenness,
Come with me and we shall both be drunk.
Let's sway beside what we think ourselves,
Swerving as the waves swell beneath us;
Lifting us to where lonely sounds warp,
While many other things become clear.


Come upon my mind, your tongue in mine,
And utter words that rend this turmoil;
The sound of madness not to be stilled,
Our silent voices, raging waters.


The world will list one one side of us
And back to the other in one beat.
Ghosts wail in the howling of the wind;
The sweat streams from a thousand souls,
They fling their drunken bodies upon us;
We feel only their salty wetness.


All at once they crash against this boat;
Their breath will chill the flaming sea,
Then drift back again to drowsy depths,
As our oars cut through this heady wine.




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Infirm Affectations

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violent welts form on raising skin
crackled blisters spew invectives
brown curled grass pretend affection
warning label on confection

shut the door on maddening din
fettered brow pegged down with whispers
burnished brass collect intrusion
warranty voided by contusion

flush out and swab, dress and bandage
splint and cast - immobilise, recuperate
the shuffling of disciplined feet
wards off the pungence of defeat



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When you look upon the sky

`


Have you lately gazed upon
with dreamy eyes
the wide expanse of sky?

All it would take is
the shuffling of footsteps
to that choicest of spots;

Unfold that picnic rug
and lay quietly still,
look up and watch for me.

Have you lately gazed upon
with dreamy eyes
the wide expanse of sky?

Come, I am waiting,
Everything will be all right.




`

Galatean Resumé

`



On a hand-hewn pedestal
imagination coalesced;
on milk-white face alight
eyes sparkled with a liquid flame.

Some build ivory towers,
their hands raw from driven labour,
on scratched cheeks, a stricken eye
ransoms a sculpted orphan dream.

Across time and the Middle Sea
another calloused hand chiselled;
laughter on a pine-white face
resurrected an ailing heart.

Some can only imagine
what others have without trying;
when vicarious journeys fail,
reality's block they will assail.





`
A sort of raison d'etre definition for the artist's creation,
drawing from both the stories of Pygmalion and Geppetto.