Friday 2 October 2015

CSLC 2015 (walk on)

walk on
despite what fears may come
be it jesters or rejection
falling or failure
walk on
one foot, another, one, another
no matter what people say
be it compliment or contempt
stick or stone
walk on
one foot, another, one, another
despite what cheers may come
be they joyous or jeering
ovation or provocation
walk on
one foot, another, one, another
no matter what people bring
be they balms or bombs
slings or slings
walk on
one foot, another, one, another
despite what tears may come
be it mist or monsoon
flurry or flood
walk on
one foot, another, one, another

all these things will come
fears and cheers and tears
all these things will come
people build, people break
all these things will come
walk on
one foot, another, one, another

one another 

Friday 10 October 2014

Tuesday 7 October 2014

Parabolem I: And then winter comes

When I think of winter, I am skating.
I shoot o’er smooth ice, a dart, a moment.
I turn, spin and dash long past sun’s fading.
When I think of winter, I make snowmen.
The snow sparkles, crunches as I roll balls.
Coal smiles, twigs wave on my icy humans.
When I think of winter, I deck the halls,
Wrap presents, sing songs. An end to waiting
Comes that bright morning. Peace, goodwill to all.

I dream of snuggling, hot chocolate in hand,
Watching flakes, like marshmallows, drift and dance
I dream of sleds whipping along the land.
Snow spraying, now bailing, downhill advance.

And then winter comes

I dread the dark, the early, endless night
Waking without seeing, sunless fumbling.
I dread icy patches hiding from sight.
Sliding, jerking, jolting, twisting, tumbling.

When I live in winter, I bow my head
To the whipping, biting wind. Ice inside
My lungs. My soul, my bones shaking with dread.
When I live in winter, I try to hide
In layers, but cold is all devouring.
Nostrils freeze, skin numbs, bites, burns when outside.
When I live in winter, I am scouring.
Flesh burns, freezes to make a path to tread.
When done, it snows. I flee crazed, cowering.