Archive for April 2014

The Boutonnière   4 comments

The Boutonnière

It was an art in his manliness
his ability to wear such beauty
style and confidence showing
in his simple daily gesture
a symbol of life and beauty
displayed for all to see

Each morning he would inhale
the sweet fragrance of carnation
or rose, or gardenia, or orchid
whichever mood prevailed
the colour often varying
depending on the occasion

Although alone in his life it was
the red rose he wore most often
his message of passion and love
displayed to a world he hoped
would listen and to an unknown
lover he hoped would notice

The seasons ebbed and flowed
as did the occasions and like the
statesmen, warriors and poets
before him he wore the boutonnière
with a pride and grace few men could
in his life he needed no occasion

It was the little things that mattered
for the flowers to fit the occasion
and on the day he was farewelled he
had asked for little more than a simple
carnation to sit upon his left lapel
It became the only flower at his funeral

Posted 29/04/2014 by DarKarsean in Life, Love, Musing, poem, poetic, poetry, Uncategorized

Thirty seven minutes in a two dog sort of day   Leave a comment

Thirty seven minutes in a two dog sort of day

Was all that it took
In that little time
Was all that he needed
For all that he said

In all that it meant
For all of his sadness
Was it all worth it
For all that he lost

The end

Posted 28/04/2014 by DarKarsean in Life, Love, Musing, poem, poetic, poetry, Uncategorized

(Im)Possibilities   Leave a comment

Would you like to … come with me, step outside, explore your mind, feel something different, take a walk, ride a storm, dare a boundary, take a chance, make a history, sleep a sunset, wake a sunrise, breathe a cyclone, move a feeling, touch a mountain, write a story, change a world, rebuild a soul, be more than something that just meets the eye … or maybe not.

Posted 26/04/2014 by DarKarsean in Life, Love, Musing, poem, poetic, poetry, Uncategorized

I never did – Neither did you   4 comments

I never did – Neither did you

When I was aged enough
When I was young enough
When I was old enough to say it

I never did

When I could have
or should have
I didn’t

Why do we

Why don’t we

We never do

I never did

Did…

Did you think I should have
Were you waiting to hear it

Did I disappoint you
Again
Because I never did

I could not help myself
It’s all I can say
I never did

But then again
Neither did you

Posted 23/04/2014 by DarKarsean in Life, Love, Musing, poem, poetic, poetry, Uncategorized

The Last Winter   2 comments

The Last Winter

1st June

The last of the summer leaves have fallen, autumn has set
I will not see another spring, this, is now my last winter

I have many words to say, but at my life’s end, know that
it will be the sound of your words that I will miss the most

Over the years of our knowing I have sat quietly and listened
to a you that I could never truly know, we were so different

Yet I remember laying side by side under a canopy of dreams,
taking in as much the atmosphere of the forest, as of our lives

1st July

The memories, books strewn around us; you reading On The Road again,
as I struggled to finish Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance just once

I read to you my badly written, overly long, bush love poem, you
heard every word, you never blinked, you told me it was lovely

You read to me so many times, I had an insatiable longing for your voice,
even when we were apart, my mind could hear the elocution of your words

Once we read together; a small, wonderful piece constructed in tandem
it was nothing, it was something, it was everything – it was only once

1st August

I feel the cold within me, even you warmth cannot move this chill,
the cold wind brings words I have not heard before (or want to hear again)

I see the cracks beginning in my writing, the number of unfinished lines
now takes more space than those I consider well crafted and complete

Even as, my voice is, my mind is, my feelings are brittle to the point of
breaking, I still love. But let us face the truth, our truth will never be spoken

I am less sure now of the words to say, than what I was two months ago,
lets leave it as it is, and take the days as …

29 August

Posted 22/04/2014 by DarKarsean in Life, Love, Musing, poem, poetic, poetry, Uncategorized

This River   Leave a comment

This River

this river hides
this river shows
this river, this river

an archive for reading
back wash, back flow
this river, this river

a keeper of secrets
and cleanser of souls
this river, this river

a place overrun with
treacherous shoals
this river, this river

He weighted his memories
and sunk them down
this river, this river

thrown guilt overboard
and watched it drown
this river, this river

he tried to forget
but the river would not
this river, this river

of his failure in living
and his mind left to rot
this river, this river

Just a legacy of loss
left to float to the top
this river, this river

a heart that was broken
a redemption stopped
this river, this river

he threw body to the water
of the river that flowed
this river, this river

there another good man
lost to the shadow
this river, this river

Lost to the shadow
of the river that flowed

this river, this river

Posted 19/04/2014 by DarKarsean in Life, Love, Musing, poem, poetic, poetry, Uncategorized

I Have This Case of Deja-vu   Leave a comment

I Have This Case of Deja-vu

I have this case of déjà-vu,
it hasn’t happened yet,
but I want to be prepared

I’d hate to forget that first
time, for what would that
do, to all the other times

I already know the sequence
of events because I have
experienced them before

Have I told you
I have this case of déjà-vu

Posted 19/04/2014 by DarKarsean in Life, Love, Musing, poem, poetic, poetry, Uncategorized

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