Pearl

Tap, tap, tap.

Hollow.

The sound of the

Fallen,

Passing,

Unnoticed.

 

Hidden in shells,

Remaining,

Amongst shadows,

In a life,

Unknown.

 

The truth,

Never seen,

With beautiful,

Eyes.  

 

Spelll Check…

 

Mmmm…..The use of technology and the computer for writing purposes is both a blessing and a curse. It is far more efficient than pen and paper, and fewer trees are sacrificed for posterity. And of course the lap top is far easier to use than those monoliths of the past, the old-fashioned typewriter.

I remember having to take typing lessons in High School under the rubric of Home Economics or Business, and at the time thinking this wasn’t going to contribute to a cutting edge skill set needed for gainful employment….

I can still remember the typing teacher as a colourful, hip-swaying individual with a soprano’s voice yelling, “keep going!” until our fingers would drop off or our knuckles tapped by a malevolent ruler. Back in those days corporeal punishment was still in effect and student discipline was encouraged. But I digress. 

The problem with using a computer is always having to back up your work.  I remember being in Sydney and having a spectacular computer crash.  I was working on three papers at the time and lost a significant amount of research. It was a Monday morning and I thought the world had come to a stand still. I now have a colourful assortment of memory sticks to choose from at any given time.  

Ah, technology, you have to love it. So I have written a few funny lines for those who are slaves to the writing craft.

 

 

Green lines mar the pristine white,

A squiggly mess,

On an unpublished masterpiece.

What shameful disregard for perfection!

 

The lines get removed with abandon,

Despite incorrect grammar.

This insolent reminding,

Of my inferiority complex,

Requires a hammer.

 

 

 

 

 

Photos

 

They trail in the wreckage,

Poor souls,

Their fading footprints,

Found on dusty photos,

Behind the Royal Doulton

Figurines. 

 

I have dressed them in suits and ties,

Some against their will.

Men look best that way I figure,

What with their straight lines,

And small hips.

 

They had taken me out to dinner,

And I had kissed them occasionally,

When the right moment struck,

Not very often.

 

We would dance until dawn,

Drunken stumbling aside,

Head over heels, deliriously happy,

They were.

 

Without realizing,

The inevitable crash into oblivion,

Would leave hearts trailing in the

Dust like so many rattling,

Tin cans.

 

 

Transcendence

 

All things happen for a reason. There are no mistakes in life. I have been fortunate enough in my life to meet and form relationships with people who have made a real difference in my life, sometimes very obviously and at other times more mysteriously.

I have always chosen the “road less traveled”.  And have at times wondered if I had chosen wisely. But in the end, I realize, that all was meant to be and I was wiser and more enriched for the experience or by the relationship.

This next poem, called, “Transcendence”,  is dedicated to an individual who is both my polar opposite and also a kindred spirit. Can they both exist at the same time?   

Transcendent bonds can both teach and transform us, helping us to realize the true meaning of love and commitment.  The kind of love that is predetermined and for which, for better or for worse, becomes our destiny. I hope you enjoy “Transcendence”.

 

In time comes transformation,

By convergence,

A light cord joined by unknown,

Forces,

Moving towards,

The center.

 

In dreams all possibilities exist,

Transcendence,

The polarities of which,

Unite the infinite,

Creating the improbability,

By which you and I,

Exist.

 

 

 

 

Abyss

 

You are,

An unfathomable,

Sea,

Spilling and

Weeping,

Seeping,

Into the

 

Abyss.

 

Craving with thirst,

The taste of your mouth,

Against the salt of my skin,

In the tangled silk,

Of my hair.

 

 Open and

Trembling,

Starving and

Naked,

As a fledgling.

 

Hands,

Piercing,

The crimson skin,

Of Adam,

To taste the forbidden.