Three Words

We’ve all met them.

They permeate certain

parts of the air.

Some of us breathe them in,

some of us too open to speaking, engaging.

Then they talk to us.

Tangling inside,

worming away,

segmenting,

they make us listen.

We can’t shut them out.

 

One is a sepia photograph,

with tendrils to the past,

turning happiness a different colour.

Memories invoke such desire,

an agonising state

where one of your rooms has been locked

and inside; a fire.

Burning all this time,

but you have neither key or water.

He won’t let you put it out.

 

One is an ocean,

at such a hue

to make you think of nothing,

and everything.

Find meaning in all things

but also no consequence

in anything.

You can only take the well trodden path

of the lonely, sad and pensive.

This is a quiet place,

locked away too.

Nothing moves in a straight line.

He won’t let you speed up.

 

There’s another,

a darker being.

Animalistic.

Less careful,

more powerful.

I don’t believe I’ve met him.

Perhaps I’ve seen him,

his back turned

or felt his presence close by.

Maybe he’s searched and I’ve avoided his eye.

I hope he never catches me with full glare.

He doesn’t talk,

simply turns all the lights off,

replaces them with dimmer bulbs

that can flicker to life

when he wants them too.

He’s a destroyer,

the two his helpers.

 

It’s that time of year again,

an end and a beginning.

The time when you’re meant to make things happen.

But I will probably visit a park,

one with a view,

sit on the swing

and hopefully see something new.

Husky, Dalmatian

I wish I was a weatherman

or an archaeologist.

But this world

does not give us the control

we all want.

 

The beach was littered

with bluebottles.

The oceans bombs

turned to landmines on the sand.

And I treated them as such,

it helps to have something

to concentrate on.

 

Like they had never considered being apart,

two figures of fantasy

loped towards me

shoulder to shoulder;

in a straight line.

Yet somehow, in their innocence

they were spared any explosions.

Tongues lolling,

hanging out,

my

oh

my

they made me smile

and stopped my minds erosions.

 

I know simple is best.

However it takes more

than a simple request

to dissolve the complex.

Our dreams don’t disappear

but we get older

and find it harder to remember.