by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories:
analogy, death, father, father daughter,
ever his little girl ...
she knew her daddy, suitably
the demons, the defeats, the drudgery and dreams
(dreams, deep and delirious,
as substances imposed)
no year of hers was
sans disappointment or broken vow
his life - a Stradivarius without a master hand
the edge of creative brilliance,
rusted by tears …
potential of a rare and exquisite temper
ravaged by emotional paralysis and chemic parody
little to redeem, and naught
meant for pride
still …
love saw fit to hold his hand, cooling
as his last breath left the day
only her lips, the grace ...
to kiss his eyes.
by Tony Bush |
Categories:
angst, death, introspection, life, loss, time, time,
Plans are all I made as life crept by,
By all accounts crafted and clever,
Strategic endeavours in my minds eye
That would furnish the future forever.
Plans were all I formed as love drove past,
Looking forlorn as it wavered,
Then speeding away so unfeasibly fast,
Before it was captured and savoured.
Plans were all I dreamed as nights droned on,
Decisive and suitably cunning,
Astutely creative and worked hard upon,
As the motor of living kept running.
Plans, pointless plans now time is short,
No one here from my past of distraction,
No more plans to make, no more time to be bought,
Just some funeral arrangements in action.