Friday, June 1, 2012

Passages


By G J Gillespie

Morning comes with dewy yawn
Speeding trains scrape iron like an ape
Wild into nether goes the fog
Together with airy feathers it escapes
No more to gather in the dark
Pain or laughter now turn naught
When piercing rays are forgot

Demand hyperbole to gain the heights
Remain steadfast in solitude
Become the master of appetites
Then run, run to farthest shores
Storm sand castles and endure
Ice cream cones will appear
When she returns for more


Down, down into the pit
Goes our glimmer of relief
Grasping with fervent certitude
Until circumvention is complete
We take a stand and forget
Like men begging for foresight
Whisper to the night




It's Only Make Believe by GJ Gillespie.

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September Mourn


September Mourn    

By GJ Gillespie

Awakened by the silence
Of empty flight paths above
An unfamiliar noiseless night
No roar or whistle of airliner
Turning for touch down in the distance

Bathed by dim light flickering at two AM
Watching news clips replay again and again
Tilted wings hit metal and glass
Giant plumes pour black from towers
And figures at windows fall


Out of the blue skyscrapers melt
Crashing silhouettes crumble
Down into a cloud of chalk
Dissolving all hope in slow motion
Three thousand times over

Muted by murder caught on tape
Stunned at the sight of such peril
Steel-girdle cross sticking among rubble
And tattered flag flying upon ruin

Awakened from sleep by a stillness
Instead of jet engines in the dead of night
Dark dreams of a thousand sorties
Scream to silence the guilty





Daylight Saving Time

G J Gillespie

Two till ten the river broke its banks
flooding the fields with ale
Quarter to twelve the rain burst forth
from the hidden veil

Nine to three Edvard screamed
from the bridge again
At half past four the sun shot beams
from clouds like fairy tales


Those twenty-one minutes passed so quick,
you'd think it was a nil
Five fifteen the wind bent trees
between the yellow glow

By six PM hail filled the cracks
while frost formed neatly still
Darkness fell at seven o'clock
And the lights went out at eight

Tell me now you men of haste
Why struggle to make the hour?
Deadlines come for those who fail
The same who reach the date