Quiet Journey

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http://thereveriejournal.com/2014/10/20/quiet-journey/

I walk in solitude
Glimpses of other beings
Tantalise
De-materialise
In my peripheral vision

I walk in silence
Whispering souls
Echo
Reverberate
Tinnitus in A minor

I walk leaving no trail
Shimmering on the ether
Footsteps
Ripple
Vapour trails in the blue

I have not been here
The wisest seer
Protects from the fear
Of the unknown
My Quiet Journey has no beginning, middle or end
But it is real, My Friend.

@shilyot 30/10/14

Sepia

The sepia tones
War weary Vet
A century gone
Echoes, yet

Strength
Emotion
Wavering

Relating memories
Of a fallen friend

My forefathers
I cannot imagine
The horror of your initiation
In the world’s confrontation

Your country needs You!

At 15 life is awfully tame
Every day is just the same
Apprenticeship and articled job
Earning just a couple of bob

Older brothers take the Draft
Perhaps it’s time to learn Warcraft?
France is a great excitement
Sign for 6 month loyal commitment

And so it goes

Mottled, brittle, Pocket-worn
Photo taken at day’s dawn
Posted via His Majesty’s mail
To loved ones, reading of the tale

Indigo ink, dampened paper
Slide into a linen wrapper
Close beside her beating heart
Mother cherishes, her lads, apart

Fighting a common Foreign foe
With comrades shouldering, toe to toe
Ears are deafened, eyes implode
As life around the trench explodes

Enfin

Back to Pompey on the boat
England’s Channel watery moat
Crutches claw across the dock
Making shuffling, tick flop tock

Family fear the very worst
News is slow, but telegram first
Drops upon the hallway mat
Tears of joy, hands dab and bat

The moisture stains the linen cloth
Above the photo, silken froth
Tops the pocket where it lays
Happiness sparks into this day

Time elapse

Memories seep into the snap
Across the Generation gap
With love and fondness
Grieving less

My grandfather takes his time
Softened tears: his cheeks do lime
His paper voice crackles through
Hidden memories he strives to show

©shilyot 29/10/2014

My Father’s Keeper: a deeper love

I chased emotion:
I’m not my Father’s keeper
The love cannot be deeper

Pride
Is comparatively valueless
Truth makes it useless

Sloth
Take your damn time
My anger, I’ll mime

Scream
Blaspheme
Can’t you hear what I mean?

Wrath
Washes over, cleanses
Bombards all senses

Glutton
For unjust punishment
Too many  false compliments!

Lust
For re-balance, re-place
At your feet: my place..

Envy
Our past life
Daughter, Mother, Wife?

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_deadly_sins

Is it a sin?
To ask to begin
Again
Or must I remain
As my Father’s Keeper?

©shilyot 28/10/2014

Last night

Last eve, I watched
Starlings loitering
On solar panels
Lifting, as litter
Skitters across
The path

Shadow boxing
Mirrored
Polyvoltaic
Mosaic-images
Thickening cables gridded
Across the Autumn sky

Mimicing leaves
Falling from skeletal
Trees,
The Sun
Sinking into
The Western sky

Merging, smudges
Bat-like
Whistling
Into the SW wind
Driven by
Malted madness

The lens
Captures
The retina
Imprints
The camera
Absent

©shilyot 28/10/2014

I Wish

Kaleidescopic in monotone
Chase my  thoughts
Into the dark recesses

Memories, hopes and fears
Synapses mark my mind
Timing the moments to oblivion

Sleep eludes me
Stop. Take no prisoners!!

Legs jump
Chasing the blessed forfgetfulness

Thrumbing forefinger to thumb
Hypnotising my mind

Deep purple, maroon
Aubergine tones

Plush velvet
Sprung heavon
Downy dreams

I wish.

Quince

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Neither pear nor apple

Rose green
Sharp, acidity
Tempered in the process
Rendered to pulp
Gently bubbling

Copper buds
Pectin ladened
Geometrical
5+5+5
Sharp-edged casing

Filtered
Drip by drip
Tartness
Tongue-fizzling
Jelly

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Taste tempered by heat

Foraging at home: sloes, haw-berries, quince.

©shilyot 26/10/2014

Subterranean

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Sound
So heavy it hurts my ears
My cry
Leaks languidly
Into the loden space

Light
Cannot be described so
It is not.
Sharp, brilliant
Flashes sear my eyes

Pulses
Heptic messages
Pores expand
Heart dilates
Fight or flight?

Pressure
Weighing down on me
My elbows
Stutter
My knees
Wobble

Fear expands
Compounding the sense
Of doom
Let
Me
Out

©shilyot 26/10/14

Story: the Dragon’s Tale

Your body tells your story
( but I’m not sure what it is)
I know you have a mother
And a friend called Kiss

But what’s the meaning of
The spider on your shoulder?
The ivy on your belly’s nice
And lower? (Can’t be bolder!)

The eagle on your back is big!
The dragon’s face is bigger
Why have you tattooed a pig
Upon your little finger?

I’m sure you’ve had a pleasant life
I’d really rather listen
Than watch you oil your hunting knife
And see your blood-lust glisten

©shilyot 24/10/14

Every time ink your skin
Exorcise your demons
Have you lost your kith or kin?
Mythical or human?

Wizard, warlock, sprite or witch
Cast a sleeping spell
A kiss will break the binding hitch
Unknot the trance as well

In a dragon’s lair supine
Sleeps your fair arachnid
Ivy climbs: so anodine
Cobwebbed cape: beneath, hid

Fly upon an eagle’s back
Bearing sheath and sword
Seeking for a wild boar pack
Who’s den’s beyond the sward

Ash and charcoal mark the spot
Near the dragon’s lair
You’ve found the place: now to plot
The rescue.. just take care!

Your story means so much more
The haunting tattoos talk
I understand, I now implore
To listen before I walk

©shilyot 25/10/14

I can

sea lifeI use my voice
About the office
To motivate and cajole

I’ve orated
Lectured
To a thousand folks

Explained my work
And had to talk
About its way and purpose

But I can’t bear
To listen or hear
Myself on a recording

©shilyot 21/10/2014

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