Allusion series

What’s in the word?

 All and nothing

whatever we make of it,

scattered on the page –

in my head. I thought

I was lost

when it was locked away.  Who

are they

to say the

right and wrong

of it.

 

Chest muscles tighten,

red flashes

behind eyes –

bitter.

 

Strategic constructs

of allusions

while tear dust

scratches at my

throat.

What will we not

wrap in chains

constrained in

boxes?

 

Piercing

cries

lash out.

who owns it?

Not I.

Who observes it?

Scholars of

yesteryears,

they say.

 

Bake it in a pie,

serve it up for

gratitude.

I’m lacking in it

right now.

Grudges laid bare,

I have a few

to spare.

 

The final word

must be a

silent shout.

 

Space

 

Between the lines

and dots, left

unsaid.  Cramped into

darkness, leaving

examples of question

marks

erased from our

existence.

Alternatives left in its

place.  The opposite to

illusion.  A

clean and precious slate to

state a new beginning.  Marked

by punctuations of

allusions to more that it

has been.  Burrowing into my

consciousness in the hope of

breaking apart suppressed

memories of being.  Deftly

becoming

nothingness –

Still.  Relentlessly

silent.

Listen!

Gut response

 

Here on the page

heart wrenching

stomach clenching……..

rage.

Eyelids taped shut

censorship complete

shrill screaming

blood curdling

keep the bodies out.

Frenetic movement

skilled planning

leave no doubt

face slapped

body fixated

tears choking

fear invoking

challenge boasting

wide-eyed little girl

mind bending

soul reaction

Release!

Gut response

here on the page.

 

Guessing game

 

From where they came

that is the question

meanings attached later

interpretations designed

dressed up in calculations

all in a circle

lets play a game

a guessing game

if you’re game

to get it wrong.

 

Wrong?

 

Why?

 

How do they know?

 

I don’t know…………

 

There!

I said it.

 

Dust on her eyelids

 

Dazzled by a dream

of blues and reds

looking for a long time

into the heart of a

sea shell

fathoming

endlessness.

 

The end

 

point on the horizon.

Fixated on an

endless journey……..

Waiting………

my choice.

 

Alluding to illusion

 

Athlete’s body

in the zone

creating rhythm

Photons of light

Forming patterns

Mind calculates

Causing trip and

disappearance.

Need we know?

 

The History of Life

 

In a pin point,

all there as one

I am.

Still there,

in space, in time

forever there

engulfed in nothingness,

spark igniting

possibilities

becoming everything.

 

In a box

 

butterfly wings

beating

the silent

word.