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Feb26

Clap your hands and we are gone

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Flipping through my “work” notes I came upon this poem. Procrastination hits my work assignments too, sometimes. Many were the mornings I’d play a game of solitaire on my computer or do the cryptic crossword to get the cogs in my brain moving. In Halifax a young friend, Crystal, taught me how to do the ‘Cryptoquote’ a good solid brain-teaser, perfect to start the creative juices flowing. And now what do I find among my notes…

We are stardust, we are ephemera
Is that why our lives are so shallow in every way?
Unconsidered, unthought out, unplanned
There was a time when spontaneity
sparkled, lit up our unplanned lives
Today it’s lost its sparkle
Today everything sparkles
Flat, planned permanence and stability
Rock-solidity are spurned
Labelled boring, dull, unexciting
So we chase another dream
And yet another
Flickering flames of fantasy
Chimera
Forever just there
Just out of reach.
And so we are forever running
Like Alice, twice as hard
Not realizing that Time and Space
Run with us
So we get nowhere
Our eyes always on tomorrow
We don’t see today
Nor realise that the here and now
Are a gift
That the ancients called
The present.

Apr12

Testing the water

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Three poems by Aman

#1

Uncertainty unbound

The walls made of bricks

Hold no solace,

The hum I recall is gone!

 

I move to the unknown,

Yearning for the song

Which perhaps may be my own

 

A long wait it’s been

To hear the sound

That beckons

To the far horizon

 

And should the note ring true

Will I really reach that elusive hue?

 

#2

To yearn for a grand morrow

to have striven for the ray of thought

only to realise you’re happiest with your lot.

 

Know your need, not the want, ‎the path reaps the price,

Alas only the old now realise.

 

Even the “great” in death strive to tell us,

we depart empty handed‎ the way “He” had made us.

 

‘Tis just me, young in body tho’ old in mind‎,

How fortunate, I understand, there is yet time.‎

 #3

The words that you see; mean not what they say.  The path that we follow will lead us astray. A pinnacle we reach, clawing our way through a shroud, all we achieve is a modicum of doubt. Let not the rational lead you otherwise, the path turns to thorns, in our twilight we realise. Break out break through for you and your own; like Charles did eons ago unknown. We build but to no avail; our bones will turn to dust no matter o’er whom we prevail.