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MIRROR

the mirror
holds your face
unwilling to let it go

refusing
to believe
you can be dead

all the many yous
it got to know
the daily tasks of morning

here you brush your teeth
here you shaving
here you cutting yourself

we tidy up your flat
the bric-a-brac of you
all that's left to us

how unbelievably painful
the tiny things  are
a book forever left unread

a single shoe
the lost shoe
kicked under the bed

our cards
our letters
to you

and when I come back
into your bathroom
the mirror has lost you

the mirror
has let you go
in a flash of sunlight

now it only shows me
me
the agony of my grief
THE NOW OF THEN

that summer was
locked away in another century
as if it could never die

it lived on and on
despite other times
rusting about it

he could feel
the sun of that time
burn his skin

a breeze blew
as if it would
blow forever

there was no
stopping this time
time that owned itself

living independently
of the world
obeying its own laws

more realer
than the reality
it had escaped from

he was living it
again and again
like the first time

the sun painting
freckles across
the bridge of her nose

sheltering her eyes
from the too hot sun
the tomorrow to come

always there
will be
only this now

he had stolen
from the universe
refusing to give it back

both lost
in a kiss
oblivious to all else

he laid the flowers
on her grave
turned away

still seeing her
as he saw her
way back then

she lost
in the forever
of his mind
DECEPTIVE CADENCE
( In Memory of June Dempsey )

her fingers
caress the keys
and music blooms

the dusty piano
sitting in a corner
comes alive again

eager to tell us
what each note
tells it to tell us

she places my hands
not on the keys
but upon her hands

a musical piggyback
my hands riding
the waves of music

and I living
the beauty of it all
tremble to the touch

the music enjoying
this shadowing
so much so

that it never wants to
let go
of us

but time
erases us and we
fade with the music

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This little bit of broken memory...just this little fraction of time keeps getting played and just as it fades out then begins again. And so it begins and ends...begins and ends.

A deceptive cadence occurs when a chord progression seems to be coming to an end but doesn’t. In major keys, a deceptive cadence often happens when a minor 6th chord is played rather than a dominant 5th chord.

This is a tool for composers and songwriters to play with listener expectations, and it helps them to extend and develop their musical ideas.
THAT HUNDRED OF A SECOND

the photo
stands
outside time

It thinks
only
in black and white

the only time
it visits the present
is when its gaze

catches my eyes
and I am pulled
into that "then"

pulled under
the great waves of time
until I am washed up

like a broken shell
and all appears in
brilliant colour

where once more
you wait for the photo
to be taken

saying cheese
and smiling
for the dickey bird
"SIMPLICITY IS THE GLORY OF EXPRESSION"

mist subtracts the world
from itself bit by bit

where did those trees go
they were here just

a minute ago didn't
see them steal away

the house it would appear
we have lost it

the stream is still there
but only in its song-over-stones

an invisible cow lows
to another invisible lowing cow

the world has been
put in mothballs

wrapped carefully
in cotton wool

as if it was going to be
put into storage

stored somewhere
in an attic for when

we would be
needing it again

all that is left
is such a simple thing

me tied to you
like some emotional mountaineer

the guide rope
of your laughter

and every other step
a Whitman quote

leading me on
to home

not needing
eyes to see

your voice
creating the path


*

"SIMPLICITY IS THE GLORY OF EXPRESSION" - Walt Whitman
THE MAP OF NOWHERE

shipwrecked
on the tiny island of self
sends a message in a bottle

to her future self
who maybe can
rescue her

if she ever passes by
in the great ship
of memory

will she know herself
when the time comes
to step onto that horizon

balancing
like a tightrope walker
between heaven and sea
FIRST LOVE

I am new to
this

"love thing"
read about it in manuals

of course
but this is

the real thing.

Ok..ok so
she is just a dust bin.

I love her
rusty dents

she so very very tin!

Oh the metal of her.

The way she wears
her lid.

Her name is Tin(Sn) &

she has 10...10
stable isotopes!

I know the humans will
never understand.

A robot never forgets his
first love.

*

Broken toy robot sticking out of a rusty tin bin....I wrote them their love story.
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