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After the Rain

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After the Rain by Martin Shone

After the Rain

by Martin Shone

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Overwhelm of desire

We look upon such things
the way a candle looks upon the shadow

Wanting to illuminate it?
to take away the fear of it?
to become it?
to suppress it?

We look upon such things
with a desire, to overwhelm it
with ourselves

Fragile wisp of spring

Oh delicate blossom
Fragile wisp of spring
A kiss from sun’s butterfly
is enough for you
For you are such a fine thing

Oh delicate blossom
Soft as ember’s ash
Beware the heavy kiss of passion
from the wake of sun’s sloughing
For you are such a temporary thing

Oh delicate blossom
Gentle smile of Gaia
How you caress the arena
the ambiance and the sun’s shadow
For you are such a celestial thing

A fission of soul

Thou art destruction

To believe anything other than this
would be a sin
for within, the fire within, it lives
where it is kept in check by the crease
of thine own mirror’s aging visual sorrow
where it can only be seen peripherally
so it is quite invisible
until the moon shatters the disguise
if it can be called a disguise
more probable is its name; a fission of soul
where the rip
burns deep within
where that sharp loss of connection
to this visual
this
fire within
this destruction of mine own art
feels so much like feathers being torn
being ripped back from tip to stem
in ugly painful destructions of flight

… is it this?

I have tree sap in my veins

***

I have tree sap in my veins
Rainwater in my tears
My spirit plays with thunderous joy
as the sunshine in my soul
bleeds

and as petals of love
open and sway
a fragrant caress
comes my way

I have tree sap in my veins
Lightning in my heart
My bones ache for the grind to ease
as the vision in my sight
fades

and as the night
makes way for day
a haunting feeling
comes my way

I have tree sap in my veins
Birdsong in my brain
My skin teeters on the edge of time
as the moonlight in my shadow
shines

and as sleepy waves
roll over my clay
I close my eyes
to dream of the day

***

brings forth the spring

You lie there
sleeping
beneath the weight of the world
where your laughter
vibrates
where your smiles reside
within my crumbling memory
and within your crumbling bed

You lie there
not forgotten
as long as I can hold
the weight of your world
within the weight of mine
you’ll not be forgotten

You lie there
sleeping
as your soul, your spirit
weightless
sits upon bluebell dreams
where your smile, your laughter
brings forth the spring

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