like the sun shone

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Tag: Creation

Strands of your smile

To touch
to be touched
to create
and to be created

how wonderful it is
to have that feeling
that delicateness
of your touch
of your creation
even if
even if you are
somewhere other than within
these words

Knowing you
is something other than I can create
for this solitude is my creation
is my touch of knowing you
are there
just there, just out of reach
until there are those moments when
we meet
and your touch
is finer than silk
is the strength and fragility of a cobweb
kissing my creation

I try to find you
but only find strands, strands of your smile
sifting through my mind
creating those moments of touch

and there you drift
upon evening’s breeze
and away
and I am the fool to let you

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Watching the snowflakes

Silent explosions of creation appear beyond the window
as I listen to, or am bombarded by, the eternal ringing in my ears

Silence is an impossible dream

Watching the leaves in spring stretch and yawn
Watching the rose petals romance the world
Watching the beautiful deaths colour the postcards
Watching the snowflakes’ individualities show us how

Silent explosions of creation appear beyond the window
and here I sit crunching ginger biscuits

Silence is an impossible dream

Artificial Atmosphere of Civilization

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Listen to, breathe in and taste the pungent
where once music sang amongst the trees
where once the air invigorated
where once eating was real
and where each was once one’s own mind
but now
in this time of greed, futile deaths, global one-upmanships & scaremongerings
and the religious balloonings of creation
we are surrounded
by an artificial atmosphere of civilization
where trees are shrouded in tentacles of grease and darkness; their songs all but forgotten
where our lungs are attacked on a daily basis; antibodies scream in disgust
where chemical wrapped food tastes of food wrapped chemicals; painful temptation encroaches
and where what we think, what we are and what we believe is no longer ours …

in this artificial atmosphere of civilization, where only the perfect make the shelf

; sorrow begets perfection begets sorrow

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With thanks to Achilles Daunt for giving me the title

Flowers

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Sunrise toasts the petals
into something beautiful
bringing to life
the fragrance of creation

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With only these little creations, you make me smile

With only a simple little lift
of the corner of your mouth

With only the smallest of smallest
of little crinkles
in the corners of your eyes

With only a nothing of nothingness
the tiniest nothing of you as you glance
oh so impossibly
silent like the breath of a roaring leopardess

With only these minute ephemeral creations of you
you make me smile
you make my heart melt
you make me wonder at the wonder of it all
but most of all, you make me smile

because you are Lily, my Granddaughter
and I love you x

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