darkness shrouds the bleached square
my mirror image like the inside curve of a wave,
slashes of silver, running, spiralling together, complex,
to raise the dourest of spirits
your incessant babble flies over the ground
no sound, no imprint in the earth,
I see the moon begin to rise
a city shimmers, moonbeams bouncing into the air
no tender traits, yet a softness under the night sky
dust flows upon the earth,
fog circles a clandestine realm
each face a portrait of home
keep your thoughts inside
flailing to gain silence,
before the sun rises
thoughts light the surface
gives way to its zenith,
smaller pinnacles of molten fire under my skin prickle
a deep pain
my turbulent mind bursting into the open,
a flaming light springing luminous scarlet and gold,
spreading a dreadful screeching.
gusts of air knocking me
my rage is palpable,
I have failed you tearing at me,
I am falling,
an intense cry reaches into my heart,
slows its beating
its echo waits to claim me.
This is a ‘redactive poem’ taken from a chapter of my own work. I chose to leave out the ‘erased’ parts which many do leave in. Here below is a screenshot of what my page looked like.
two twenty nine am,
someone else’s shadow highlights my own,
a tears slides
nestles in the hair that lays upon a shoulder
— a forever child it seems —
unable to catch the darkness
to bring it to the light,
an imperfect and faint mirror image
it rises and swirls
— a sinister true spirit —
lying in wait
to consume me
standing under false rain
she turns the grass muddy
with her spinning feet
a wet nose
a paw on my chest
a sloppy lick
love expressed more eloquently than I ever could
Update: Chevvy’s lump is a lipoma. It is not going to be a problem hopefully. It’s a start at least.
Speaking of dogs…this video made me weep for Sonya. First from sadness, then from joy. I hope you’ll watch and maybe share and I hope Sonya will find the forever home she deserves.
tck, tck, tck, tck, tck, tck,
a palm leaf flutters
the breeze arrives to softens the sun’s heat
the vet said:
“her heart isn’t working properly”
and mine broke
the woman who stares out at me from the mirror
is not always the woman I know myself to be
the curtains flap,
words and laughter mix with warm air
rising from the pizza,
a summer evening settles in
a small flash of white tail
hopping over a gazillion ragged grey rocks
run bunny run
I can’t reach you
my arms and legs
swollen, the skin stretched like a balloon
are weighted down like
a cement shoed body in the lake
run bunny run
before I waken
On a completely different subject…meet Loca…I am in love with this little PUG !!!
I am a bad, bad blogger because Alistair introduced me to Loca and I got so carried away with her I forgot to include a link back to his blog. Thank you Alistair for starting me on this love affair with the cutest pug in Ireland.
when others you aspire to be as good as
like your efforts
your smile reaches your toes
I started taking part in Photoblog Challenges last year. They have tutorials and themes and I thought it would push me in my photography to get better and to try new techniques. This morning when I visited them I was thrilled to see I had gotten a 2nd place and a 3rd place with two of my shots. January has been an exciting month photography wise. This is a snapshot of the images I have submitted for January. And my smile is still being felt in my toes.
there are some days
stepping right in to the chaos
is the only way to control it
in the dreariest surroundings we can choose to find the colour…if we want to
And now for a SHAMELESS bit of self promotion.
The 2013 Bloggies are now open for nominations. Chronicles and I would love your support as we have been nominated in a couple of categories. Scroll down to these categories:
- Best Australian or New Zealand Weblog
Best-Kept Secret Weblog
and pop in
Chronicles of Illusions under nominee
http://jobryantnz.wordpress.com/ under URL
If you feel the urge that is. Sadly you have to nominate 3 different unique blogs which means some work on your part. But the more nominations Chronicles gets the more likely to at least be in the finalists.
Read The Rules…before proceeding.
And for a bit of fun and cuteness head over to “Everyone Deserves A Day Off”
will today be a day
I hide my eyes from life’s harshness
or soothe them within its gentleness
For all of you in the UK, check this out for a great FREE photography competition to enter. The grand prize is a trip to Churchill, Canada for an Arctic summer adventure: Been There’s Photo Competition.
There are also monthly prizes for each theme.
You can get a list of the year’s themes at the Been There site.
One more for those of you with London shots: Time Out London has a pretty interesting FREE photography competition.
in darkness the burglar roams
a definite target in mind
silently padding over the linoleum
searching the shelves
I imagine a pleased smirk
that my carelessness
and an open door
resulted in a treasure found
when I encounter the evidence
left perhaps intentionally
that I would know I’d been bested
rushing about has become entrenched
in between blinks
you can stop the world for a moment
and freeze frame a memory
Now yesterday a man I admire got a Golden Globe Award. Congrats Kevin…you deserve it. You really should see the series “Hatfields & McCoys” if you haven’t.
Sue…just couldn’t help thinking of you when Ben Affleck won his Award. Remember your comment ??? I sure did.
Kevin Costner is just one of those people critics love to pick on…like Ben Affleck, who is now making some terrific movies.
sleeplessness is a gift
if you want it to be,
for the world has many mysteries
cloaked in the damp black night,
walk gently as you enter
better still…go barefoot
that all your senses can marinate
in its flavours, colours and patterns
where ever you find them
Lucky for this guy I was barefoot and walking gently and felt him before it was too late. This is what photography has brought back to me.
No camera = seeing nothing beyond the slime.
Camera = seeing his beauty, his colour, his patterns.
Oh and FYI – these guys are faster than you think.
I wonder as I continue along the estuary,
past the ducks and the broken down houseboat,
if sitting inside their corrugated grey house
they feel the connection I feel
to the flag that waves carelessly in their garden,
do they know that I,
a plunderer at heart,
have stolen its soul as I walk away ???