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To Know Beauty

close your eyes, and keep them so
she says as she exits the room
i hear the door make a sound i have never heard before
it closes, and a brisk wind dances with the leaves outside
i wait for a few seconds
then minutes
then hours
time crawls through me like a dagger
she is only in the next room
but i know that she is worlds away
my heart slows as i think of her smile
the room draws in and i feel alone for the first time
but the truth cannot be clearer
i have visions of a world without reason
without poise
and then i hear something fall
she laughs as she moves about in the next room
and then there is nothing
no noise
my thoughts grow wings once more
there are children playing outside
three of them i think, with a ball and stick
they laugh as if the world means nothing to them
still, there is no noise
i’ve heard nothing for a few minutes
are you ok in there, i ask as the walls grow silent
an early birthday gift, perhaps
or did her laughter leap towards the bedroom trance
i’m coming to check on you, eyes closed, i promise
the children disappear as my thoughts become focus
then wonder
a smile spreads across my mind
then wonder
chaos floods as i exit the room, but this is me
i call again
i imagine laughter, but there is none
there are boxes, old picture albums, some wrapping paper
i smile as i see her feet, perfectly aligned
then legs
then her thighs
a smile turns to questions
to thoughts of yesterday, and the lies of tomorrow
she sits against the wall
still, alone, amidst happy memories and answered riddles
her eyes, still, in their homes
open and alarmed
a soft harp plays in the background
as if we’ve faded to a better time
she is lifeless, but perfect
i see the gift, unexpectedly
and then another, and then another
she is one, the box, another
and then next to her, a stick, with colour
it is tiny and small, but the greatest gift
she is beautiful, even now
we would have been a great team
i would have been a great husband
she would have been a wondrous goddess
i would be a good father
i would have been a great father
time dulls its blade on my forehead
she laughs, and i stare in confusion
oops, sorry, she says
but close your eyes….and keep them so


Love Is

Love is, a difficult word to understand
awkward and unrelenting
love is in fact, a bottomless teapot
at one end you have the spout
ornate and carved by the waters of life
with energies, flavours and thoughts from far and wide
this spout is a magical doorway to the hills of lavender and lemon
with thyme’s fragrance gently enveloping the room around us
we pour from the never ending river of love, and saffron cinnamon
every day, we find ourselves invigorated by its poise
these are no doubt, the early years of love
soft to the touch, yet unflinching in the voice of uncertainty
at the best of times, the stream is calm
slow and steady wins the race, after all
then, as love progresses, there are surges of life and magical energy
much like a little cup of jasmine and ginger
strong and captivating to the taste buds
this mirrors the passion and strength of those in its embrace
there are times when it slows, but fear not the end
for the teapot is far from empty
when the flow is silent, there is but a new pot brewing
a new flavour created only for you
a storm of laughter and vigor, erupting in the shadows of adversity
and a strawberry sunrise

at the other end of love’s embrace
we have the robust base of the teapot
this is our mountain; the rock we build our homes upon
etched into a ceramic and celestial body
we have the many designs of our family, our youth
and our future
there can be no spout without the blessing of the pot itself
a vessel from which we pour the essence of life
warm and loving to the touch, we lift the pot daily
pouring love and shelter from its core
as our journey continues, the pot may grow colder
and sometimes, it is heavier
do not falter when this time comes to pass
stand firm in your values, and your visions of happiness
the teapot is your lifeline
there can be no healing without the taste of Green or Earl Grey
though there may be trouble here and there
there is always another cup of raspberry nectar brewing
another drop of cinnamon and snow
tilt the pot downwards, at an angle of unknowing
and you are sure to find the answers
that even teapots cannot show….


we left the homestead in a hurry
the barn was on fire and the gods were at the gate
there was no place for us to go
no hats where we could place our hangers, our heads
all was lost in the blaze
all but our hearts and the rusty cages we kept them in
we fled the valley and ran into another
only to find a loveless gorge of empty eggshells
empty nests and broken bed wells


we lingered in a moonlit yard
the air was calm, inviting
no shadows kept the place, no darkness plagued the stone
our youngest shrieked “Exciting!”
alarmed at her outburst, and at the sight of her soul
she ran into a half burned hovel
crackling and whispering of old misfortunes
we hurried after her, but she was lost
her mind was an anvil, in an ocean time forgot

-keys turn-

we wept and called to her
to the gods that we’d forgotten
we cried to our long lost loved ones

-all quiet in the hall-
-no time for tales of horror-

sleep now young child
be still
I’ll have more fear for you tomorrow