Ancestors

He wrote a letter
We asked him
What about

He simply said
To say Thank You
And Goodbye

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Just to make sure

He might not
Read his hand
A little boy’s

Talking about
He would not
Tell us

What he meant
In a world
Now bereft

Certainty fluttering
With the letter
Into the grave

© jsmorgane (Jan 06)

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Passing Time

Waiting for

Empty frames
                         to fill with laughing faces.
Frozen figures
                         to move into motion.
Necks on shelves
                         to remain lifeless.
Sensing fingers
                         to pause on door handles.
Stubborn hairlines
                         to retire on dusty pillows.
Fascinated noses
                         to sniff the unaired hall.
Delicate dancers
                         to stand up with me.
Black hats
                         to progress across the stage,
                         to move from head to head,
                         dance away and disappear.

Waiting for you
                         to wear my black hat again.

You do, in the picture,
Fading.

© jsmorgane (Jan 04)

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Daphne’s laurels

Puer Aeternus, Puella Aeterna
Half-and-Half
Mignonnes, Mignon
Unspecified
A creature, a child
No-category
Ein Geschöpf, ein Wesen
Non-entity
Never living, never dead
A world a-part

© jsmorgane (Nov 2009)

Published in: on April 12, 2010 at 12:52 pm  Comments (2)  
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Thief of Stars

Stealthily they disappear,
One by one the stars are taken.
Every night I watch more closely
As the firmament is shaken
Out of stoic contemplation
And the star signs hide away.

Ever darker the horizon
Ever brighter on the sill,
Through the fastened shutters streaking,
Ever paling starlight creeping,
For the dreamless watcher reaching,
To seek me out, and take me in.

Outside I find not a light in the skies
To show the way, to point me right.
Blinded, and confused, and shaken
I can’t believe in what I see:
You have stolen all the stars
To lay them at my feet.

© jsmorgane

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