Remembering to forget

9 December 2015

 

 

Retracing my steps

Between yesterday and now

A vicious circle

 

 

Like crazed desert dog

Chasing its tail in frenzy

I re-enact slates

 

 

The breath wasted here

The lost moments of freedom

While logs turned ashen

 

 

The frozen winters

The frost I loved so deadly

White of Heart’s icings

 

 

 

 

The sight of roses

All at once chilling and bright

Red drops from my palms

 

 

Desperate clutching

Waiting for fire to recede

Red is not colour

 

 

There was a garden

Now sunken in memory

Where bluebells stood tall

 

 

The winter then walked

Sprinkling in hidden pathways

Demons in daisies

 

 

 

All colours turned stale

Thorns like nails in my bloodstream

Travelling to Heart

 

 

From bellies of fire

Tidal waves of bright gold struck

The forests simmered

 

 

Surrounded by flames

Screams of pain, hope’s pathways gone

Welcoming scorching

 

 

A clearing in lands

Where wild forests slow drifted

In birth of woodlands

 

 

 

I cut through the woods

With new life in core and axe

Only shrubs survived

 

 

Says in tunes of Blues

He: You don’t know what love is

I: Perhaps I don’t

 

 

Searching hard in soul

I reckoned I’d lost the hues

I rubbed, rewrote slate

 

 

Crisp parting with fate

Remembering to forget

Woods and lost voices

 

 

 

 

Chet Baker – You Don’t Know What Love Is

Chet Baker – Almost blue

Chet Baker – I get along without you very well

Chet Baker – Every Time We Say Goodbye

 

 

 

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