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The Paisley River - and other poems of 2022
The Paisley River
The sun comes down to dance on the river
Its colours attract a band of nude bathers
Looking to wash the dirt
From their sweating sun-browned bodies
The river doesn’t discriminate
Like the righteous dead
Paisley currents spin and swirl
All the way from the Persian sand
Across the seas to California
They wanted to get closer to the gods
Before the sun falls behind the hills
The Leaves that fall and Grow back again
Do not sink when your sunshine fades
The joy you felt will be felt again
The sparks that buzz for those you love
Will recharge and flicker neo blue
The times you think you’ve lost forever
When you feel like the sun
That warmed your heart
Will never rise
Those days you cherished will grow back
Sure as the leaves return to a wintered tree
Sure as the tides flood back into the bay
Sure as the daisies open after the dawn
Your darkness is a temporary spin
The joy you felt will be felt again
Let fools laugh at what they fail to understand
You will be dealt another hand
The Glimmer, one and two (inspired by many love poems from DUP)
And just like that the darkness was gone
The moonless ocean crossed
The raging waves calm
And a glimmer
A diamond glimmer
In the coal mine darkness
Shone back at me
And I followed it across the ocean
Back to your warm embrace
Back to your sweet smile
I am caught in your eyes
The glimmer
Calling me home
To a kiss
Sailing me back
To you
TWO
The darkness of the night ocean
Is a pure and honest dark
I embrace it
I watched the ink wash across the sky at twilight
I knew then there was a shine
To the world
A flame lit hidden beauty
I knew we all had seen
I had seen it
If only for the second
Of a glimmering diamond in the dark
I had seen it
And It was worth the journey
To see that second of light
That second of hope
In the eyes of the night
Calling me home
To a kiss
Sailing me back
To you
The March of the Dispossessed
We gathered in the grey city morning
To march against the war
Some people shouted loud
Some walked in silence
Some got stoned.
I had this teenage belief
That we could stop it
If we marched against it
It made us feel better
To be the minority
Standing Proud against the war
I learnt that powerful men
Will override the people
They fight dirty
They hold the aces
They will shoot before
They give up their fortunes
We gathered in the grey city morning
And the sun broke through in the afternoon
Some people banged drums
Some sang songs
I wandered along
Standing proud against the war
Diamond suns
He hunts the stars
Eternity his stride
Never catching his meal
The movement of your lips
It’s miraculous that anyone could smile round here
But they do
Smiles that burn the ice off your heart
It’s a miracle that anyone smiles at all anymore
But they do
Smiles that reassure you that you’re alive
Laughter’s as rare as a marsh orchid
But it is heard
Laughter that brings tears
Laughter you feel in your ribs the next day
And it’s those moments
That make the grey world bearable
More Diamond Suns
The queen of the night
Ruling her vast eternity
From an empty throne
The Sweet Scent of Seasoned Alder
It begins with warmth, a need for warmth
It ends with ash, pale grey ash
Published 20th Apr 2022
| Edited 27th Jan 2023
Author's Note
I put them in one place. to clear some space.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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The author encourages honest critique.
I've come back to read this a few times today. I can't help but feel cleansed and appreciative of the potent effects nature's bounty has; to be able to help heal one's hurt and severe brokenness, is nothing short of majestic...
Your words spurred deep thoughts, my friend.
Thank you for that.
🌊 ✨ 💫
🌹 - B
Your words spurred deep thoughts, my friend.
Thank you for that.
🌊 ✨ 💫
🌹 - B
21st Apr 2022 10:35pm
Hi,
Thanks for reading it.
I wish I could write the concepts in my head to a greater standard.
I wanted to write a peom about a paisley pattern river. But it may have been a leap too far.
Your words of encouragement mean a lot.
Thanks
James
Thanks for reading it.
I wish I could write the concepts in my head to a greater standard.
I wanted to write a peom about a paisley pattern river. But it may have been a leap too far.
Your words of encouragement mean a lot.
Thanks
James
24th May 2022 4:12pm
Hi James , i agree with Blue and for me this piece sparks vivid imagery.
Thanks for sharing
Write ✍️ on James
Jackie 🤗♥️
Thanks for sharing
Write ✍️ on James
Jackie 🤗♥️
25th May 2022 10:15pm
Hi,
Thanks, this one is an image thing. I think I should change middle east to Persia. The middle east isn't really a nice way to describe it because who has the right to say where it is, that is my regret.
Thanks, this one is an image thing. I think I should change middle east to Persia. The middle east isn't really a nice way to describe it because who has the right to say where it is, that is my regret.
1st Jul 2022 4:13pm
2nd Jul 2022 3:49pm
Thanks, there's this picture by Cezanne called: Bathers, in the national gallery in London. I liked looking at all the painted buttocks when I was a kid and I still do.
The thought of people bathing naked in a river as the sun goes down, is a wonderous and pure fantasy. It's an attempt to paint the scene with a poem.
The thought of people bathing naked in a river as the sun goes down, is a wonderous and pure fantasy. It's an attempt to paint the scene with a poem.
