Fable in Stone?
Behold- fascinating earthbound
Fractured firmament ensnared.
Fossilised magnamic,
igneous,
granular sparkle-
honed smooth;
calmed.
Fantastic eruptions:
onyx,
umber,
rust,
oxblood veins
fan,
crisscross
‘gainst ghostly light.
Charcoal shades,
haunting greys-
foretell, foretold-
or future Faustian fable,
unknown.
A large antique rose hued ovoid defines my 61+ years’ past.
Subtle changes occur as new wafer-thin memories
settle in layers, one upon another.
Arrogance, discourtesy, and challenging behaviours of others incessantly stain the past.
In time, angry bruises fade to blotches,
finally morphing into smirches and dots.
Emotions, beliefs, and self-recriminations
jostle in gentle stewing
ere burgeoning into recollections, reminders,
remembrances.
Silent brain-wringing turmoil.
Above an etheric pale grey-blue future floats –
seemingly innocuous –
yet ominously waiting.
A paper-white, irregular circle
pierces both rose and blue: authenticity within the calm of the present.
Inside a ninth floor suite of natural neutrals accented by tropical hues
Light lofty stateroom habitat of linen clad lovelies
Warm breezy beach vibes have a palm frond northern view
A timely bijoux retreat for two naive nomadic flamingo sages
To cook entertain chill and enjoy the twilight decades
Beyond flopsy hatted humans hasten along the Hamilton’s halls
Kaleidoscopic thongs flip flopping euphonically
Poolside accessory laden utility trollies jostling elevator bound
Transferring the host to resort style amenities
Dotty striped and floral flavoured swim wearers
Recline relax relinquish the stressors
Smiling sunny clad solar seekers sail by
Innocent email.
Amygdala prickles-
Lazily uncoiling.
Chest thudding,
Unable to crescendo,
Unable to breathe.
Soft hissing, whoosh;
Light-headed sway.
Meg takes my hand;
Gently urging,
Deep controlled breaths:
I am okay.
Really-yes-
I am okay.
Amygdala fully awakens.
Tears well.
Tumble.
Uncontrollably cleansing.
Hands tremble.
Colleagues swoop.
Futile attempts,
To help;
Too many logins.
Account blocked.
Password reset.
Re-authenticating.
Password reset.
Re-authenticating.
Voicemail: off.
Out-of-office: on.
Amygdala dormant.
Air soft against skin-
Trembling still.
Cracked poem
Workload
Presses.
Push-pull processes
Contain,
Constrict.
Client’s accusations
Repeated ad nauseum-
Words of what’s not;
“Not personal” allegations.
Disbelief at
Venomous diatribe of
Denunciation in an open forum;
Labelled assertiveness,
Unsatisfactory:
Communication,
Responsiveness,
Collaboration.
Serpentine untruths ensnare.
Shocked defence falls on deaf ears;
Is this narcissism or intimidation?
Humiliating threads tighten, pulling,
Reopening dealt with scenarios.
Searing stress surges forth,
Wringing panic pervades,
Ruminating anxiety builds
To numbing worthlessness.
Tumultuous tears tear,
Renting body emotions spew.
Rage twists to shame and guilt.
Peripheral whispers
During futile maintenance of the countenance,
Peripheral whispers of carelessness
Unexpectedly seep forth –
Barely there.
Phantom faces and places drift across mind’s eye,
Borne by indolent apathy.
“If I had …”
“Oh too late, too bad, so sad.”
Like illegible, lichen-encrusted tombstones,
Untethered names no longer hold meaning.
Stories with no one to tell them
Languish; become extinguished.
A brisk 6 am walk staves off the Winter chill.
Aboard the 300, meandering melancholic musings inspire this prose.
Time for change
Sunday serenity disrupted:
“Zee-earning” dirt bikes,
Mowers rattle ‘n’ roar,
Whipper snippers “Buzz-err-err-zeeping”,
Avian cacophony; “chit chat,” “caw,” “screech,” “tweet tweet tweeting,” and
Insane, incessant insects thrumming.
Planning. Packing. Downsizing.
Time waits for no one.
Calm restored-
This view’s days are numbered.
Midas’ late afternoon light
Gilds the garden,
Revealing lush, emerald vibrance.
Warmth wanes; wakening, Winter wins-
Heralding pastures new.
Observation by another
Finding whiskers wanting
Stones in glass houses!
Why am I bothered?
Widow tells tale of
Bride’s imbibe bribe
Forever begone the beard shed
Then wed; to an early grave led?
Rather than hark and heed
Is it not better to
Know and love thyself first?
Weary tears
Moisten lower lashes
Insufficient to fall free
Achy orbital cavities
Constrict the oculi
Head wrenching yawns
Cause sore jaw
Ear piercing pain
Drills drum deep
Bark parched throat clenches
Crunched up squashed in
Fifty minutes’ commute
Will soon be over
Earth’s magnetism channeled through beings,
Is it a catelyst for amassing?
Maybe it arose after emancipation from a modest childhood
And Mom’s mission of making do?
Or perhaps a mammal’s natural need for nesting?
Necessities and niceties for a fuzzy bunny to attract a big cat mate?
Three score years of accepting, acquiring, accumulating.
Even emigrating, moving interstate; a reluctance to release, relinquish and renounce as we ‘may need it one day’.
As hour grains run faster, we the tiger and the rabbit reflect and act upon reality;
The compulsion for conservation of capitalist commodities has contracted.
Burdensome belongings bring joy no more.
Deliberately we’re divesting, downsizing, disencumbering.
With lightness of mind body and soul,
We are distilling dreams to design a direct destination,
Carefully eking out the remainder for our next stage of life.
theINFP 