Redex Poetry (22)

Breathing deeply
I opened the
Door

Before me a
Corridor of
Colours

Pyshedelic lights flashing
Making eerie
Glow

Door after door
With enter sign
Beckoning

Turning the handle
On the first door
Peeking

A child being thrashed
With swishing
Sound

Entering second door
Same child an adult
Crying

Panic third fourth doors
Ajar sounds of
Screaming

I inhale slowly pondering
Should I proceed
NO

I turn back no doors
A silent chuckle
NO EXIT

LITTLE GIRL

I must have annoyed
mum and dad

I was an aggravating
girl child

Always curious about
this and that

Question upon question
spoken quietly

They sent me on a
message

To joiners next door
For long stand

Trees so silent in winter months
now flowering with blossoms,
waving and shouting,
youho, hello.
The winds are vengeful
bringing sweet colours to the floor.
Coating the ground pink, and
thoughts of red cherries galore.
A lightness of heart.
A warming of the soul.
Catching a glimpse of nature
not so different from our own.
I shout a hye to the skies
and my buddies the trees.
We will lift our heads high
and welcome the sun
and keep branching out,
for when all said and done.
Life is sweet,
as sweet as my trees.

He stood proud and strong
this monument of a bygone man.
His helmet glistened
shield and staff held high.
But I heard his cry
"pigeons be gone
your shit is eroding my metal."

"Silly monument, I said
in my head.
Bygone men were real
made of stronger steel.
The shit they had to bare
certainly did not scare.

They survive through you.
So cut the crap,
for now, it's raining
the shit away.

Sitting here behind my window,
watching the anger of the rain
pelting down as if in pain.
The wind doing its best
to blow it over the hills
to the forest in the west.
My latter years spent pondering
sitting here watching the world go by.
Memories pouring as fast
as the rain, into my brain.
Had it all been worthwhile?
Such negative thoughts for me,
myself, always full of new adventures.
Had I enjoyed this ride?
I can only say, there is more to come.
So cannot truthfully answer.
As the rain pelts down,
cleaning my windows,
giving me a clearer view.

I felt her
in front of me
tiptoeing

through the trees
the breeze lifts the
leaves

ever so gently
her shoes make no
sound

on the ground
indentations flatten the
grass

so I know
she is not a
figment

of my mind
she feels gentle and
kind

mindful of the
path we walk
talking

is out of
the question
silence

gently touches the air
despair i now
feel

vibrating from her
crossroads we then
reach

inpressions of a finger
pointing
left

she goes right
into the damp
mist

forty years have
passed and I
walk

the same path
this day
looking

for a hint
of her
image.

Oh my soul my soul
how will you survive
the arrows thrown
with malice
to break you
into surrendering.

Many a point pierced
bringing tears, flooding
until plugged tight.

Now you quiver in fright
learning, your attacked
by your own might.

Will you weep
salt born tears?
Never,
whilst the heart beats,
you do too.

The mist gently caressed the hilltops,
like roving hands on a lovers breasts.

The river sang to the pipers tune,
from the morn until the noon.

New builds stood alongside old,
relinquishing not,
lest their luck did not hold.

Many a shade of green stood boldly,
on horizons of stories unfolding.

The boat swayed gently on the loch,
to yeats poems of faires
and children lost.

His loves lament hung in the air,
as if it was his silent prayer.

Oh Ireland with all your mysteries
and beautiful tunes.
Your stories of fairies and leprechaun's,
I will for sure visit you again.

For the lure of greens
and songs and prayers
will linger for many a long year.

Is it all worth it?
The question asked
through the ages.
Even sages had no
answer for me.
"You have the answer
within you head,"
they said.
I delved deep into
my mind my life,
finding only strife
thus far. Had I kept
my eyes and senses
shut to life itself?
I thought not.
It is as it is.
My answer
simply
being
No and Yes.