Inside out

Some poems and reflections on life


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Haiku

1.

Hands hold forth your work
This is nothing you say
Beauty shines within

2.

One salty wet drop
Holding back a waterfall
Truth hidden inside

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Burying the dead

Memories of how it was
Are just memories of how it was
Floating in time and not in space
In mind and not in place

Shaping me here and now
Connected and real

I am still
That frightened boy
Cowering before the bully

I am still
That triumphant hero
Conquering my first mountain

I am still
That wondering student
Learning my first lesson

All these things
Weave and create
The tapestry
Marvellous multicoloured
Chaotic interplay of knots
That is me and my life

But there is nothing but
Here and now

Memories of how it was
Are just memories of how it was
Floating in time in and not in space
In mind and not in place

It is time to bury the dead
And move on


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I swallowed a grain of sand

(best read out loud)

Breathe in; breathe out

Breathe out hold relax pause

Gently breathe in and let

The air pass through you …

I swallowed a grain

A grain of sand

A sand of grain

That caused a pain

I hid it down deep

Deep inside

Inside down deep

A secret to keep

Breathe in; breathe out

Breathe out hold relax pause

Gently breathe in and let

The air pass through you …

A hurt that swelled

Swelled and grew

Grew and swelled

Noone to tell

I built a wall

A wall around

Around a wall

Safe and sound

 Breathe in; breathe out

Breathe out hold relax pause

Gently breathe in and let

The air pass through you …

Until

One small tiny, tender shoot of a root

Crept quietly

Wrigglingly squirming worming

Through the cracky gap

Rested

Waited

Watched

Touched

Embraced

Cared

Breathe in; breathe out

Breathe out hold relax pause

Gently breathe in and let

The air pass through you …

You named that pain

That pain of shame

That shame of pain

And whence it came

You held me tight

Switched the light

Lighted the switch

And made me fight

Cold hard foolish truth

Crumbled to dust

Leaving only scars behind

 Breathe in; breathe out

Breathe out hold relax pause

Gently breathe in and let

The air pass through you …


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getting home

Jesus Joseph John finished work for the day
and wandered back home in his usual way;
He searched for some answer,
trying to understand,
why his life was flowing
through his fingers like sand.

Jesus Joseph John sat in the bar
drinking his beer and hadn’t got far;
Watching  the news
on the big screen TV,
sitting in his corner,
huddled reclusively.

Jesus Joseph John rose with a heave,
no-one there noticed him leave;
He staggered down the road
all on his own,
A fist hit his gut
and he fell with a moan.

Jesus Joseph John got up in a daze
and sung to himself, his mind in a haze;
The kids hanging out
followed him right down the street,
dancing and chanting
and tripping his feet.

Jesus Joseph John fell in the drain
threw up his lunch, his head full of pain;
A woman stopped by,
and came to his aid:
wiping his brow and
to home he was bade.

Jesus Joseph John staggered on up the road
and gradually in his tiredness slowed;
He collapsed in a doorway
and fell there asleep,
in his dreams he was shaken
which troubled him deep.

In the growing dawn light
He awoke to the day;
A new chance to see
If he could find his own way.


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No escape

She came to the beach to escape her unhappiness,
Wind, sun, surf crashed over her washing the stains from her hands,
The gulls mourned the passing of the clouds over the sun,
The rain closed in across the ocean.

Darkness loomed in her heart,
Love came not to what she couldn’t find
In her lonely isolation her darkness had followed her.

She turned up the beach to run and shout:
“Go away!, Leave me be!”

“Be what?” it asked, “You are who you are.
You cannot change what you have done.
No place will be happy for you
until you know who you are now and here in this place.”

“Go away!” she shouted,
“I cannot” it said, “I am you and you shall not
leave me until you love me.”

She fell into the sand and wept.


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Yesterday’s

Does the rain
ever wash away the pain
never let it come again

The empty void
that will never be retained

The place
that will never be to the same

The time
that will never be replayed

The rain can never
wash away the pain
but let it come again.

© David Earle, 2009.