Monday 22 November 2010

can you help?


His face?



My eyes found hard to recognize at first


Although we’d spoken often.


It’d been a while since I caught his gaze


Felt like I’d been trying often


But, I got caught up


He looked solitary, in the distance


I thought maybe He spoke so I tried hard to listen


But the words were missin


He just gave that same old same old


Tip back ‘e the head


He wanted me to follow, but no words were said



We paced the darkest landscape as yet unknown to me


And then he stopped


And dropped


Down to the floor, moving much quicker than before he fell some distance


He threw his hands into the mixture


Mess, ash, dust and sand


And there he sat, for time


Yet time stood by


Perfectly – still



With an age he rose, tall as a skyscraper cutting the horizon in two


Then he reached down and opened his hands and whispered


“hold out ya hands, don’t back out now”



“I can’t there too small they can’t hold nothing at all, that’s all gonna fall....”



“Shhhhhhhhhh.....” his words echoed like scriptures, spoken not yet



“You have wot you need


You got it from me


And the cost I paid myself too


So please


Take these pieces from me


And help me put them back together.........”

2 comments:

  1. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! steve its the beginning of your dream!!! its such a good start! hun this is incredible! i really really appreciate... now lets hear some of that stuff you are going to do at the spoken word thing in december. that is coming up soon!!

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