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Back to the Secret Beach
In celebration of the end of this year and and the beginning of the New I took a short journey to
A secret beach
1/
On the path to
The secret beach
is a sun dial memorial
With an Inscription
that reads:
Time flies
Suns rise
And shadows fall
Let it pass by;
Love reigns
Forever over all.
It is Anonymous.
2/
Over the bridge
of still waters
the fountains
Have now ceased
And the mallards
Sit meditative
on mirrored water
Among reeds
And yellow
floating leaves.
And the waters of
Reconciliation
Lapping,
With their voices, all
Come out to meet me
3/
Pebbles
and coloured
Stones mixed
with driftwood and debris,
the remnants of a multicoloured Life,
Grey now,
greet me as
tenant stands,
crosses
Self by the sea,
That leads
to the portals
Of a blue infinity.
Where to get: Free Verse in Useless Times
Just a little shameless self promotion : As you may or may not know, I have been working on publishing my first poetry book and it has now hit the “e-shelves” -“Free Verse in Useless Times”
I really hope you will buy and enjoy it – the poetry in the collection been described by one reviewer as ” lovely and sometimes profound” it’s $3.99 US and if you do, please also consider leaving a review. Both would mean a lot to me. You can purchase it through iBooks, Indigo and Chapters Kobo or on Smashwords, the self-publishing site that I have used. Here are the links:
***Please feel free to pass this on to any family and any friends that you may think of that may enjoy contemporary poetry
Apple’s iBooks – https://itun.es/ca/X_5S_.l
Indigo/Chapters Kobo – https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/free-verse-in-useless-times/9780995003309-item.html
Smashwords -https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/600267
Thanks for considering and again, best of the season and a very happy New Year!
Thank you for your support !
Peter
Night Travel
The night drifts by
Seconds heavy with subterfuge,
but the night sky is clear
And the lights are bright,
more foot-candle strong
than before,
aging, revealing
all around them.
Only a silence
Remains to be broken
with the innocent laughter
of a child,
as I continue
travel through the misted
landscapes of the mind.
Blue Clouded Streak
Blue Clouded Streak
There is a blue
Clouded streak
In the night sky
As if moon
was shining
through,
But there is
no moon.
There is a blue
Clouded streak
In the night sky,
As if blue day was
covered by
A velvet curtain;
dark ultra blue.
There is a blue
Parted stream in
The night sky
As the day
and its aspirations
Die quietly
Now covered
By purpled
darkness where
Only a solitary pair
Of wings is heard fluttering.
Go Last
Go Last.
1/ Don’t Know Why
Don’t know why
after so
Many years,
And after collection
After collection
of haptic verse
laid down
And written in arenas
Of solitude
and midnight silence:
-A decision to make them
Public;
Except perhaps
for the encouragement
Of friends,
Except perhaps,
For a heart rending love,
Except perhaps
For that quiet
and delightful terror
Lately,
That gnaws
contently, consistently,
About my errors,
And moves
The human family
Skeletons
to
Dance.
2/ Heart
Labours during
the day
like,
so many;
And at times
On the road,
And very late at night,
Or in the early dark morning,
In certain breaths,
Come
heart full voluntary deaths
Self inflicted
By outside coming
verse;
And by the music
And sound of words;
Enough deaths
perhaps,
that
at some
unexpected,
But expected
moment,
An aortic arch
May burst
In an
appropriate
conclusion
to the
passion,
ending all illusion;
With a single arrow,
Or many arrows,
And this heart
-leaking
Will Finally
go
Last.
Real Under Sky
Real Under Sky
Under the expanse
Of the sky
We Become real
And
Proportioned
Elegantly, precisely,
To the wonder
Of existence;
As if some remnant part
From an almost
Forgotten history
Nags, begs, consciousness
From a bigger beauty;
Potent, overwhelming,
Unmeasurable and
Truly Incomprehensible.
Comfort
There’s no comfort
like the comfort of a friend.
There’s no comfort
Like the comfort of a mother
or a father.
There’s no comfort
like the comfort of a son
or of a daughter .
There is no comfort like
the comfort of love,
All In The One
Tapestry
Slow and steady each
New strand
I am where I was meant
to be
The subterfuge
that leads to error
Disintegrates
as it collides
with truth
and
words are written
On the tops of
Trash cans
PWChaltas 