I have not been running for quite a while, I apologise to myself, forgive me.

But I think it is a good time to start again.

A lower goal, perhaps, to run that first first few laps.

I aim for 5 kilometers this time.

Go, self!

Question
By G.

dark skies and sunshine
i want to know 
why this golden ray seems far brighter
than on a sunny day

Clouds roiling, rolling tongues
of an army bearing down
furious horsemen bearing the standards of
mist and warm air

a gust of wind pushes your hair back
revealing the shape of your face
like leaves parting
a peach softly-shaded sunset

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 Well, it's time again for the annual flu-cough-fever. As such have been stuck in bed whooping and sneezing my lungs out ( Read more... )

 it rains gently
in this yellow cast
sound flowing across this rocky land
the low surssuration
cooling this heated mind
calming this buried panic
this hushing that comes as the breath of above
strikes the palate of this soft earth
a inimitable mother comforting a fretful babe

eyes distracted by the pastel mobile of glowing clouds
we quieten down
and watch.

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For dear Jadey-cat. A reminder to hope.

burst.
That is what bubbles do
these small things
just soap and air
and within them they carry our hopes.

(Coda)

rainbows curl across your surface
as you catch the golden rays of sundown
then, light-heartedly drifting, carried by wind
currents unseen
but oh-so-delicately

brushing a leaf tip

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Flower, Tiger,  Fruit.

extrapolate this as a metaphor

from the blossoms
a spirit of sunset
bursting open a cornucopia of fruit.

translate this literal

with a growl you leapt
from damask bud soft as a babe's cheek
your viceral vivisections
burst upon the night
fruit like glowing jewels

repeat this, adagio, as smell and sound

smell this: the night-fresh
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2010

The last year has passed so fast
Or slow like a glacier a thousand moments 
in a second
a blink of eye of infinity of hell in torture

I am a statue of flesh
left in the sandstorm
ground down and raw
mishappen and grotesque
spun round, toppled
disarmed , cracked

looking up with eyes wide open.
no vultures for me
with winds blowing over
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 Disdain

tumultous emotions
are no better than 
a becalmed sea

both have roiling tensions
underlying 
fraught with needs
breaking into movement
or breaking from it

Recognise now the fact
that both are storms
and that you must seek
the sun.

Old Baggage

I'm leaving you behind now

old self

I've thought of bringing you along
on this long journey

the weight of your prejudices 
is too heavy for me to carry
as are your concerns and fears

but fret not old thing
I will cherish the memory of you
and your work of doubt
will undoubtedly
be taken up in force by 
people in their casual cruelty
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Now, working furiously to finish before the design deadline ( Read more... )