The Tempests of Time (video)

(a short video taken on a boat trip off Gran Canaria using the words from my recently posted Tempests of Time poem)

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The Tempests of Time

a sparkle of diamonds float upon the ocean waves
each a reminder of lives lost to the tempests of time

the rolling   swelling   ubiquitous current of life
calling and beckoning with weeping siren wails

from the hulks of shipwrecked Viking longboats
multi masted clippers   steely leviathan tankers

yet still we trust her promises of distant shores and
wonder at what might lie beyond her blue horizons

the shimmering   glimmering   wavering frontiers
sun kissed   storm battered   sunset gilded

each flash of light brightens the momentary eye
awareness glimmers in the fractal curve of a glance

snatched seconds break over fatal decisions made as
gaping mouths retch for the last pockets of precious air

a great portent of gushing waters salt brine our tombs
bubbles of hope   molecules of flashing faces on

every sparkling diamond reflecting every perished soul
the memories of mankind captured by the tempests of time.

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(so I am linking on from my previous poem and developing the theme of drowning using the image of the glinting sun on the surface of the sea – each flash of diamond light representing a lost soul).

Painted Rocks

I wake
to a blank morning
your tears stain the pillow
like drops of memories left abandoned
on a melted heartbeat burned
and charred under this equatorial sun

another step closer the edge
another deep breath

a paradise for tourists
a flaming hell for the unbelonging
glinting sunlight on wave after wave
crests diamond studded and jewel reflected
as far as your eye could never see
when blinded by such darkness

another step closer the edge
another deep breath

I relive your last moments
imagine your plight
but it is unfathomable
lost to me on a dolphin’s dive
you are simply gone now
another name on a painted rock

another step closer the edge
another deep breath

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(this piece links to my previous post – the memorial to those who had committed suicide by jumping from a cliff on Gran Canaria. I tend to use the theme of wide open spaces – sea, sky, deserts, highways – in which to arrange and hang my imagination. I try to leave enough room between my words for readers to place their own interpretations –  a dreamy vagueness perhaps. I might use this idea of linking from one post to the next as an aid to writing and exploring different subject matter. It is all too easy to get bogged down with the same old words and never realise that your writing has stagnated).