Monthly Archives: February 2010

Goodbye I

The Art of Goodbye takes years of selfless dedication. Most never come within a comet’s tail of achieving it. It was said that in past millennia, there had lived ancient masters who dedicated their lives to Goodbye, and who could accomplish it with a simple wave of the hand. Meanwhile their students, and subsequent generations of followers, wallowed in bitter-sweet experiments, trying to achieve Goodbye – with varying degrees of success. They closed themselves away from the world, trying to understand. Some escaped relatively unharmed after years of abortive attempts, while others never recovered from their injuries. Once, so the story goes, a wandering mendicant, a sage of great wisdom, came across a group of ascetics who had vowed to do no more until they accomplished Goodbye. “Fools,” chided the sage, “Do you not see? Goodbye only comes at the End.”

The End.

Truth XIX

I will leave my soul to keep it close.

I will break my heart to keep it whole.

I find my voice in saying nothing.

I hold emptiness in my hand but cannot see it.

The world is full of things that should not be.

Truth XVIII

With a voice that ran down the inside of her spine like melted velvet, he said the words that she had foreseen.  They were the right words. It was the right time. She closed the door, but through the cracks, the light still shone. Day is a truth which cannot be hidden.

23 02 10

Infinity is dichotomous.

(Like me)

Haiku

The magnolia,

unwatched and unattended,

blooming with full heart.

Nashing of Tweet

A mademoiselle, who’d never been kissed,

often wondered what she’d missed

till she decided on a tryst.

A tryst, she’d heard, was just a must

for anyone in search of lust.

She went and found herself a date,

and cautioned him not to be late.

‘Eet’s not’, she said,’better late zan never,

I jus won’t ang around forever.’

She had a rather lengthy list

of dos don’ts for this perfect tryst.

It had to be somewhere romantic

with outlook on the wild Atlantic.

She told him that she liked surprises,

but none that could end up in crises.

unfortunately……..

On the big night, her date was late.

He never made it out the gate

His tyre was flat and that was that,

he went inside, hung up his hat

and said ‘There’s no way I’m risking that,

(did I mention that his name was Pat?)

with yer wan who wants it all just so

I think she’s wonky, don’t you know.’

So he stayed home, the date was missed.

Madamoiselle remained unkissed and triste.

Nashing of Tweet

I aspire to a certain level of sagacity

Though I imagine that would take a similar level of tenacity

and I know I’d never make the grade when it comes to tenacious

so I guess it’s a pipe-dream that I’ll end up sagacious.

21 02 10

Hair: Is it alive?

20 02 10

Nothing really exists, and it lasts forever.

Loss VI

No loss, but grief all the same. A time of weaning. A time of waning. The moon casts shadows on winter and the sleeper dreams of summer, when all this will be past.