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| Eyes Wide Shut Another winter draws life from my heart, Whispery breaths dance with the seasons’ fallen, Like lost romances and stolen kisses from some lonely art, Mysteriously swirling fires within once forgotten, With early dying nights and falling leaves scattering, And standing alone, deep in thought oft am l reminded, Of the many questions l have that need answering, And of the ever-present emptiness always uninvited, No one ever said that life was easy the living, But no one said how hard it could also be, When you look back on the yesteryears of misgiving, And come to terms with a life of new opportunities, My eyes wide shut, so horribly and hopelessly oblivious, To the reality of naivety when it stares upon my face, Ignorant as usual to the blatantly obvious, Signs that carry the message of moonlight embrace! Remember well do l, the day a mysterious light Illuminated my darkest shadows… … Hanakotoba Ju – Qiū huā T’was such an autumn day when l awoke from my torpor, Caught unawares like a hare beneath the lamp, Many fallen seasons afore had soured my hearts’ colour, Leaving me startled, shaken and damp, Similar to the scattered heroes of summer, Who now lay broken and withered upon stagnant grounds, Awaiting their final dismissal from nature’s plunder, Seeking absolution and release from weary brown, Yet, caught within the trance of this autumn’s efflorescence, Of such radiated and energetic beauty, Was l lost for words, foolishly stumbling beneath her presence, Like some star-struck exhibition groupie, A fountain of youth bewitched and fascinated me that day, Taking me back to twilight moments of reflection, When life’s dreams mingled with reality and fantasy, Allowing my soul to soar in seductive perfection, The deeper l looked into the plumes of this alluring blossom, Did l find myself shipwrecked and hopelessly spiralling, Out of control, hapless like drifting and forgotten flotsam, Lost in time, falling back to where once l had been, Fearing my awakening from an eternity of turmoil sleep, Without sensuality and awareness of love, Trapped in a myriad of fallen seasons torturously deep, Wrought within memories, no man deserves of, And yet imagine my surprise when, upon opening my eyes, That they should settle back to this compassionate bloom, Softly silhouetted against the autumns morning’s rays, Unfolding the many layers of her mysterious costume, Nay, I can not deny that l was transfixed, And remember every detail of that first moment, When perfection is a season’s intensity leaves me betwixt, And left me feeling no longer lost and broken, With a smouldering glimpse of both fire and ice, That did so burn my skin yet cool it so fiercely, Did l experience a sense of falling from greater heights, And that still leaves me aching. Rory Matier © 2012 |
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This is such an evocative poem Rory. Fantastic
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Hey Sadje – many thanks 🙂
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You’re welcome my friend
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A true masterpiece and perfectly titled, Rory!
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Thank you Eugenia, l have also started to write for me again, there are a few new pieces already coming through with more to follow.
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Good for you, Rory! I look forward to the new pieces.
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