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Dancing alone
To the music of shadows
Something dead rots away inside him
The music stops
He sits quietly
Enduring the stench
He knows…
Tomorrow flowers will blossom

©Richard Quaz Roodt 2013

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Posted: June 9, 2013 in Ramblings of a sober Poet
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Calm composed countenance
Covered in a carnival of kinked lines
Criss crossing crashing into corners

My Grandmothers eyes sparkle
From behind a veil of wrinkles

©Richard Quaz Roodt(2012)

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Once upon a time
in a castle made of flesh and bone
a Young soul stood .
On a balcony of thoughts
overlooking his ever changing kingdom

The dreams he had.
The mistakes he made.
The love he lost and gained

Ruler over each moment

Daily The young soul
inspects his aging castle.
Dreading and accepting the day
when it will all crumble to the earth

Bringing to an end the era of his rule.

But this young soul
has heard whispers.
Whispers of a new kingdom
where frail castles.
do not exist
only light and love

A place where all rulers go.

©Richard Quaz Roodt(2012)

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And so…
It seems the end of the world is
13 minutes late.

And in the distance
my pantry groans
under the weight
of all that tinned food.

©Richard Quaz Roodt(2012)
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Blue stars cling to the sky
diamonds on pitch black velvet
A glistening supporting cast
setting the mood for Her

She enters

Full of splendor
Garbed in a mythical glow
A gem of celestial beauty

She calls.

The oceans respond
In the distance
the beasts howl
Announcing her arrival

She touches

lovers and fields of flowers.
Heads tilted to the sky
Openly receiving kisses of blue light

…a beautiful night blossoms

 ©Richard Quaz Roodt(2012)

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Grasping at fading memories

I cross that bridge and journey towards

A time when my dullest moments

were the most colourful.

 

A golden childhood

Life overflowing.

Fishing from the sky

Flying under water

A beautiful vista of curiosity and innocence

I explored

and owned each moment

 

But…

Time eats away at what was

She weakens the bridge

between now and then

She covers yesterday in rust

and my fondest memories in cobwebs

The trees are older now

The stream is weaker

And I find myself

frantically adding colour to a fading painting

 

©Richard Quaz Roodt(2012)

 

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