today

a river by anelephantcant

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today

all through my life I feel the same
yesterday lasts for far too long
tomorrow probably never appears
it is not only today that is wrong

a week can be a long slow ache
a year is often too short
a day at a time is the lesson I learn
and each heartbreak needs to be taught

a love blossoms in a moment
like the snow-flake on Rabbie’s river
and brings not only memories
but a pain that lasts forever

every second brings another thought
every beat I hear the blues
the sounds of sadness filter through
leaving me ever more confused

every month I plan to start afresh
I know my calendar is outdated
for one minute I think I see the truth
life becomes more complicated

all through my life I feel the same
yesterday lasts for far too long
tomorrow probably never occurs
today is the day I always get wrong

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I look back

I look back by anelephantcant

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I look back

sometimes
when
I look back
on my life
I see
the choices I had
and
the decisions I made
and
my heart sighs

I see
the smiling faces
that might have been
and my heart aches

I see
the tears of
those who loved me
and
whom I loved
and
my heart weeps

I see
so much
that brings pain
and
my heart regrets

and yet
I am here
and

I would change
nothing

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home again

familiar things by anelephantcant

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home again

I stumble
through the front door
home again
after so long
it has been a difficult time
with illness
and other circumstances
but
I suppose
mostly
just life
doing what life
does best
and making it impossible
for me
to get here sooner
I look around
and see
all the familiar things
that I have seen
so often
in the past
nothing has changed
the only thing
missing
is you

but you’ll be back later
won’t you
when I’m asleep…

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shimmering light

shimmering light by anelephantcant

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shimmering light

why do I pursue you
what have I to gain
where is the smile
that once upon a time
brightened my life
warmed my soul
and
enchanted my heart

your withdrawal was so gradual
that at first I did not see
the signs that you sent
telling me quite clearly
that
your love was as cold
as the shimmering light
from a long-dead star

because
of course
my love
I closed my eyes
and my ears
and left open
only myself

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le bateau ivre

le bateau ivre by anelephantcant

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le bateau ivre

I waken in the night and through a dark window
I see lost souls screaming up at the stars
the sound of their voices is cloaked in the singing
of the children enslaved by the wars

deep down in the ocean the fish are close watching
to see the outcome of this frantic strife
boats that lie sunken anchors slowly rusting
show them clearly how futile is life

as sea horses gallop away from the anger
colours from rainbows fade quietly to grey
while birds in their nests are trembling in terror
too aware they will not live to see day

the islands float fearfully away from the tempest
the lighthouse slips behind wind crumbled rocks
time stands in silence as each moment crawls by
the last sound is the tick tock of the clocks

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moment of life

high on a hill by anelephantcant

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a moment of life

there is a moment of life to remember
when we view the Danube in full flow
or sail once again into Venice
or see the Alps’ needled peaks draped in snow

perhaps it’s just another clear morning
when we gaze at the murmuring sea
and sense far off lands on soft breezes
and feel contentment in just being free

we see golden dawns and red sunsets
we walk hand in hand on the beach
our hearts find a new optimism
can happiness be at last in our reach

high on a hill stands a castle
invisible to my tear-filled eyes
until you point it out from over the bay
and I know there’s no need for more lies

red flowers seduce casual butterflies
cicadas play rhythm in the trees
your eyes find mine with no wrinkles
and my heart is unlocked with no keys

and then there’s that instant of clarity
as sharp as a brown-handled knife
and I realise you’re all that matters
and that this is a moment of life

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do spiders sleep

do spiders sleep by phil burns

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do spiders sleep

when I first saw Susie
busying herself
in a shaded protected corner
of a very small room
in my apartment
she was no bigger
legs included
than the nail
on my little finger

what do you eat
I wondered
as she was
clearly too petite
to tackle even a mosquito
but during those
days of confinement
when I saw her often
she must have found
some nourishment
because she grew
enough that I noticed

I call her Susie
not Steve
because in French
her mother tongue
I suppose
the word for spider
araignée
is feminine
and I don’t like to contradict
a centuries old
language and culture

I hope that
she will continue to grow
and will eliminate
at least some mosquitoes
during the warmer weather
now arriving

so we co-exist
quite peacefully
which is
I believe
as much as can be hoped for
between different species
in trying times

I ask her many things
although she rarely responds
and never in words
but she seems more accepting now
of my intrusions
less prone to disappearing
into her darkest corner
when I disturb
her privacy

so the question remains
unanswered
because I refuse
to use Google in this case
preferring to exercise
my imagination
and to ask her
gently but persistently
do spiders sleep?

 

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words you wrote

words and memories by anelephantcant

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words you wrote

I have photographs of you
and words that you wrote
and many many more
words that I wrote
to you
for you
about you
but most of all
I have memories
endless
wonderful
memories
strangely
only of the good times
and when I think
about you
still too often
I admit
I wonder
if you ever
look at photographs of me
or read words that you wrote
or the many many more
that I wrote for you
or
more importantly
if you still recall
the time we spent together
if you see again
my face
smiling for you
and if you remember
that once
long ago
you loved me

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life and a 3-legged dog

life and a 3-legged dog by anelephantcant

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life and a 3-legged dog

I
can tell
from his skin
grey and tired
his hair
long unwashed
his clothes
worn and grimy
that he has
no home

he walks
the quayside
probably seeking
a place to sleep
shelter
from the rain
wind driven
from the brown
turbulent
Mediterranean

his companion
clearly devoted
has
no rear right
leg

I
approach him
offer
some too small token
for food
his voice
is educated
articulate
but uninterested
I
long to ask
where
what
why
but do not
so
he stumbles
into the dusk
with
only a rucksack
containing his
life
and a 3-legged dog

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the answer

the answer by anelephantcant

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the answer (to everything)*

I always knew she’d wait for me
her feelings never hidden
I always knew she’d wait for me
until at last she didn’t

I thought she was the one for me
that we’d always be together
I thought I was the one for her
that our love would last forever

I was restless and impatient
I thought she’d understand
and that no matter what I did
our life would always go as planned

I thought that I could take some time
knew she would never meddle
that she loved me just the way I was
and would wait for me to settle

I wasn’t seeking other loves
just some time to call my own
I liked to drift off randomly
and spend that time alone

always knowing that she’d wait for me
never thinking that she wouldn’t
always knowing that she’d wait for me
until at last she couldn’t

Note: The full title is taken from an old Del Shannon song which once had significance to the poet:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUu9kKvLNLs

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