"I cleave the heavens, and soar to the infinite. What others see from afar, I leave far behind me." Giordano Bruno (1548 – February 17, 1600)

Saturday, February 15, 2014

The Cool Silent Circle

The Cool Silent Circle

In a circular route they swim,
Safe from the treacherous crowd,
They present a lively picture,
On waters free from jagged rocks,
Free from malcontent and fear,
They present a whimsical picture,
They beguile her as she passes by,
She stops to stare as she cannot slip,
She can rejoice that they do feel safe,
In triumph, contented they swim on.

Quack!

© W. Heron, 2008 

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Ode to the Monster of Deceit

Ode to the Monster of Deceit

Hark! Ness glides with malignant ancient evil across that ageless pond,
Smirking audaciously, full with deceit, at Gallian hordes in chase,
While counterfeit gems behind Peter’s gates of fool’s gold are laid,
And the angels do but weep with dread unquenchable abandon,
At the ancient Scottish laments chanted in far flung reaches,
And at the end of a journey’s rise naught but children will despair,
While Ness still glides on perfidiously across that ageless pond.

© W. Heron, 2014

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Dancing in our Dream

Dancing in our Dream

I have tripped and fallen along the way,
often thinking that even, on what I thought as safe paths,
I wandered with what appeared to be two left feet.
Don't laugh, my love, it is true.
Of course, I failed to realise though clumsy,
the evil of one, who could cause such pain in another,
to make her stumble, trip and fall in anguish and confusion.

I have written fine lines for one undeserving,
that is also true, that I know now, I admit it
all the time the words, the lines, should have been for you,
for the goodness that is you, for you are honourable.
I now take back those lines from the unworthy, my love,
and ask that though they were once tainted,
may I, in love, redeem them, make them worthy of you?

I know you are laughing at me, you always do,
especially when you know I can't catch you at it.
I'm glad you never laugh to be cruel,
only ever in merry jest, most of the time I can laugh too.
Without the magic of that part of our friendship,
I would never have thought you to be my saviour,
even though the experience of evil had made me doubt all.

I know now that you will always envelope me in safety,
I may trip on occasion, but no longer with two left feet,
my heart may still hold unbounded pain at times,
Though while you are here, it's forgotten for a time, gone.
So don't be long to answer on those redeemed words,
some already resurrected as the world can read,
so embrace and twirl me round, my love, we are ever,

Dancing in our dream.

© W. Heron, 2008

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Once you were...

Once you were...

Once you were just always there...it seems;
a friend to pass…what now seem a few moments in time.
Changeovers have sadly and slowly occurred,
so, know, I find you now truly someone to depend on.

Once you were just…well…you I suppose,
of significance but not of great importance.
Now due to certain unhappy circumstances,
converted, you have become my rock... to lean on.

Once you were just like the tiny caterpillar.
Small, colourless, and not much thought of;
confined to the mediocre chrysalis of which is life.
Now you have mutated to magnificence.

Once you were only that infrequent voice,
warning me not to trust, to take infinite care.
I failed to listened, then seeking you in my despair,
trusting in you, revealed to me how you really cared.

Once you were so mediocre and damn…so very normal.
Just like any of us when we dare to face truths reality.
Your deed has transfigured your humble being,
to a state glorified in…well pure exalted brilliance.

Once you were always the quietest of achievers.
You still are very quiet, in so many respects.
Your fame is a quiet one as it is your own reflection
never to be transformed by the shadow of another’s.

Once you were so complicated in spoken word,
but with your patience, you have finally succeeded
to make me understand the substance of the deed.
Translated into much simpler...normal tones of speech.

Once you were just a touch too dour by far.
Now you remind me of those silly birds we used to watch,
all multi-coloured, curious, so raucous and so outrageous.
Transmogrified, you have become my dearest jester.

Once you were like the commonest of base metals,
of a somewhat, certain passing commercial value.
Now as if the alchemists have finally succeeded,
you are transmuted to the richness of pure gold.

Once you were just an elemental simple soul,
needing to exist only in that space in the life,
that is for a time awarded to each and every one of us.
Transubstantiated, you are now glory personified.

Once you were just there...unnoticed...I must admit.
Situations make us, I understand who we are.
You have ceased to be who you once were,
now you have metamorphosed to who you really are.

© W. Heron, 2008

Originally titled "Metamorphosis"

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The Feline Villain ...

The Feline Villain...

The feline villain wakes you at six in the morning,
The feline villain insistently demands to be fed,
The feline villain abandons you for its next victim,
The feline villain ignores you once satisfied,
The feline villain enjoys the meal giving no thanks,
The feline villain walks off after seconds, also giving no thanks,
The feline villain has a mind of its own,
The feline villain lies between old windows, looking cute,
The feline villain convinces people he is ever so sweet,
The feline villain is in total control of his enslaved humans,
The feline villain has the perfect name – Pascha!!

© W. Heron, 2008

Dedicated to the dearest, beautiful, loyal feline - Pascha.
Sleep the long sleep little elegant friend, be free - 9 January 2009
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