The Quiet Voice

See those shadows on the ground?

Consider then 

The Quiet Voice

She speaks to you

even when 

you're not 

listening

She can't help herself

and doesn't try to

for she is 

Truth

stripped naked

disarmingly so

Your faithful servant

and unyielding master

Don't try to deny her

Ignore her

suppress her

Such actions 

leave you disturbed

unsettled

a cauldron of

rumbling

grumbling

sneering

howling

bleating

menacing 

irksome

emotons

and

thoughts

But when you heed 

The Quiet Voice

and submit

without knowing 

how or when or what or where

yet certain and reassured that

she is 

life itself

without whom 

you cannot exist

Why, she summons

the entire force of 

the Universe

to assemble at your feet

ready to 

fashion all things

as you please!

Don't blink. Don't Think.

Pay attention to me!

Can't you see

what I'm doing?

It's not as easy as you think

so watch ME

not 

him

even though

my eyes

follow his every movement

tight as a hawk

ready to pounce

and shred

at the slightest

hint

of a mis-step

an error of judgment

a wavering perception

a momentary doubt

Ah, never underestimate

the singular dedication 

of my 

preying eyes

Not for the briefest 

moment

a nanosecond of time!

In short

Don't blink.

Don't think.

How's your coffee?

I'm sorry

what did you say?

Oh, I just wondered

if your coffee was 

alright?

My coffee?

Hardly noticed

Not when there's

all this

so much of

all this

and 

all that

and doing one

means 

missing the rest

And missing 

your coffee

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But today, she smiled

She couldn't smile

Was it any wonder?

breaking, as she was, into pieces

It wasn't fair

she'd said

Why did he have to go?

What was the point

of being here

without him?

He was the love of her life

she'd said, predictably, 

as,

still suspended in disbelief,

she shook her head

In silence

I watched her and listened

certain I could say nothing

to ease her pain

or cast out the cruel loneliness

that had seized her heart 

threatening to steal 

his place

But today

she smiled

as she threw petals of chrysanthemum

on the sun-drenched river

Smiling with plump memories

and frothy gratitude

for all their years together

and all the years since 

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NOTE  I edited this recently so a couple of words may be different to what you hear :)

Sun and Lover

 

As dusk stealthily advances

to swallow the sun

which spits and hisses

and ducks and dives

helplessly

 like a candle flame

dancing frenziedly

on its last drop of wax 

the lover,

burns parting kisses 

on his mistress' breasts

and,

stepping out,

sees 

that the sun 

has also,

 in passionately reluctant departure,

  kissed the sky

ablaze

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