Friday, 27 June 2014

“Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall on a particular point in time, illuminating it for a moment before the wind seals up the gap, and the world is in shadows again.” - Twan Eng Tan, The Garden of Evening Mists (Fall 2011)
“No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves. That's all.” - Haruki Murakami; Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman (Fall 2006)
“Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.” - David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas (Fall 2004)

Wednesday, 25 June 2014

Unabridged Verses (Day 1)


The Mournes, County Down, Northern Ireland
Winter Gorse (by RobIreland)

If you want to stop staring
at the late evening moon
or everything between it 
and where you sit,
I would stop being a bellwether
and take a deep breath
to take you to atop of a mount
on my own
or carry you under a rain of pure white snow
without my coat
or bring you dried big leaves and build you a canoe
and we''ll drink the light along Thames or Danube
But that's if you want to stop staring 
at the late evening moon,
and ditch your scars with it's shadow
and leave it on your past's meadow

Pic from: http: RobIreland at flickr

Monday, 23 June 2014

Batholith's Curse

I am impatient
I am aflamed
My eyes burn like the tip of a cigarette
And the skin of my palms redden
While my brain ablaze in insanity
But out of all that,
I am not the sun
I blame you for this silly yearn
I blame you for the heat roaring inside of my toes
I blame you for lighting me up to scarlet traces
I blame you for drawing my scorching sense to you
I blame you for being the way that you do

c, b. e. w~
23th June, 2014

Friday, 20 June 2014

The Phantom Lady

"The most beautiful, the purest light ever captured 
from the sun flees because I enter? 
Am I the dark of night? 
May your beauty forgive me if I tarry here, 
bold and discourteous, to beseech a favor from you 
that you will not grant."
-  Calderón, THE PHANTOM LADY; ACT II (1629)

Am I the dark of night?

Chasing Your Room While The Summer Lasts

"We sat on
rooftops, talking about
not talking and sipping
clichés down weathered throats,
ones pained from words we
choked on and actions we
never spoke of but instead
let hang in reverential silence
full of repressed smiles
and love that wouldn’t
-could never -

Love that wouldn't - could never - last.