Withdrawn

This spectator enigma

To this life’s purpose

This then that.

Fa'amolemole, pe mafai ona tatou lalaga fa'atasi?
(Please can I weave with you?)
Maryann Talia Pau 2009

Way finding in blindness

A world so foreign

To a truth so developed.

Spiraled madness

Such confused state.

But hell it has been a good time

Hasn’t it?

The future is blinding

Its brightness disorienting

This reprieve from guiding rules

Frequently abandoned

Providing reckless regard

To the structures comforting.

Linguistic freedom is now

A treasured gift

Giving texture to the bland

Colour to the grey

Observer to narrator

Withdrawing back to oblivion.

Where is that stupefied place anyway?

Freeze back to irregular

A solo act

A perfunctory thespian

The mime in this grand experiment

Formerly focused

Gratefully freed

Being captured again to this web

So long, withdrawn

Apotheosis

RLM2012 may day moon imprismed

Staring out to the moon tonight

I deliberate only you

A May Day reflection

Flowers in your hair

Your dance a fertility

Your mind verses

An ode to your aware

Day in day poetry

And story

Narrative of purpose

Account of reflection

Description of experience

You hold us there

Spell bound to the word

To your day naissance

Risen again to your throne

In health and understood

Watched in brilliance awe

Grateful we all are

anneal

RLM 2012 Lichened Omega

so what!

in spite of my demeanour

i am not hard enough?

yet

but heated enough

i suppose i might become

that way

there is no fun

that way

i know

i’ve lived like this too long

ever hardening

soon to brittle

then breakable

little pieces spread to the wind

valediction adieu

rusted

orenda

so very elusive

so very conclusive

this capacity of will

to change all ill

Parquetry

Each piece must fit

Blocks and glue bound and tight

A perfect weave of natural

In human art

Beautiful and precise

Chance joins to interest

Interest to conversation

Conversation to friendship

Friendships full to discoveries

Time may lead to love

An intricate layout

So what happens to flaws?

The knots in the wood?

Warps in the logic?

What glues exists to hold them jointly

In precise measure

An understanding of each who

Tear it up?

Hide it beneath a carpet?

Cover it with tile?

Or rebuild intricacies

Again and again

Until the pieces meet

In pleasing artistry

To who we are meant to be

Bowdlerize

I wonder what it is I am missing

All these pieces I cannot connect

I am rather like the Charlie Chaplin character

Waiting for the girl

Making all the bread rolls dance

Alone

The feelings of loss so acute

Expurgate this soul from that

I simply was not aware

The potential for awareness censored

Naturally tragically

Unaware

Until awareness comes washed ashore

After bobbing in a bottle

The message stark and cold

No more

Really?

How can this be

It was all to be so perfect

Time and patience virtues of my possession

Honesty perhaps too aware

And exuberant

Being free together for one another

The Irregular in a Regular tome

The End is not in sight as yet

Interludes will indeed must light a way

For two so indifferent different

Perfect nuts in a squirrely incident

And another chapter to be written

RLM 2012 No Fear Friends

Requiem for Wolf

I ran free with you

And here on this day of new moon

My day naissance

Suddenly I am rendered voiceless

A decision born of fear

In my wolf, the loyal friend

I tripped and fell today

My teeth a broken mess

A toothless wolf unable to hunt

Fading from malnourishment

Will this moon ever rise again

So I may howl just one last time

Before this decease takes hold