How To Never Die

How To Never Die

The sunflower did not move
except skyward.
Its sultry summer petals
opened and spread
Like glowing fingers
Of radiant sulphur –
Eager to caress
Long lustrous strands
Of carefree sunshine.

In truth
It did not reflect sunlight
It seemed, instead
To give the sun light.

For a thousand years
I, alone, saw this sunflower
Bloom
And never wither.

A Lot Like Love

A Lot Like Love

I would call her name

If I knew what it was.

The train carriage rumbles rowdy

Shrieking and shuddering

Steel grazing and grating –

A mechanical marinade of metallic sounds

All fading away

Because something else is rumbling louder.

‘The next stop is… change here for…’

But I can’t get off till she does.

She jumped on when I did,

Just before the doors shut.

I didn’t notice her (at first)

But when she sat, her gaze ran across mine –

She had special effects in her 
Golden brown eyes

Like a pair of simmering sunsets

Frozen in ice.

‘The next stop is… change here for...’

The train says, in a machine voice.

Home was five stops ago

Why would I get off now?

I should say something

But I can’t –

Paralysed with contentment

And a fire in my belly

To match the fire in her eyes.

The next stop is… change here for…’

She uncrosses her legs

Stuffs her phone in her purse

And turns, unaware, towards the doors.

When they open, she gets up

And walks off the train.

In a daze, I wonder

How do I get back home from here?

Depression

Depression

Every-day

Pressure on the mind

Weighs

Like pressure on the body.

Wave after wave

Like wave after wave of Sea

Beating

On withering shores of sand.

Crippled 
By gravity

Earth will not move.

Every-day drowning –
Choking struggle

Bleeding light

Withering sand

Hemorrhage of green

And death of colour.

She does not scream

She does not cry

She turns, dancing on an axis

She burns solar (at the plexus).

She didn’t scream

She didn’t cry – who knew

She was bleeding light?

Heavy on the mind

As heavy on the body

Every-day a burden

Every-day Sea rages

With wave after wave

Beating 
On the back

Breaking 
With force –

The mighty hanging

Of wave after wave

Above the shore

Comes crashing

Breaking 
With force…

‘Snap out of it!

No time for pretty words

When you are bleeding light.’