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Publié par | Austin Macauley Publishers |
Date de parution | 28 février 2019 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781528947954 |
Langue | English |
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Loud Shadows
Paul Grecki
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-02-28
Loud Shadows About the Author Dedication Copyright Information Introduction Part I: Whispers A Single Tear Before the Sun Comes Up Broken Ties Burning Castles Caged The Child I Never Was Cloud Crossed Wires Dark Deeply Embedded The Gate The Fall Food of the Gods His Face In My Neighbour’s Backyard Insomnia I See You I Thought You Knew Life and Breath Loneliness Lust in a Toilet Bowl Manicured Concerto Mea Culpa The Mirror Mona Lisa Morning Walk My Clock Night The Pen Preparing the Crime Red Bathing Shorts Remote Safari Granules Saigon Scroll Seeking Soul Selkhet Shadowdreaming Shark Shudders Silent Number Slaughtered Dreams Sun The Table Laid Ten Thousand Children Through the Darkness Ticktock Unrequited Untouched Venetian Blinds Waiting Waiting Lonely by a Shore Wall The Weekend When When Secrets Part II: Echoes A Child Is Dead Buffet Can Jealousy? Cats The Caterpillars of Calanthia The Coffee Shop Colours of the Season Contagious Fruit Death on the Net Deception Destination The Disappointer Disaster Zone Dreaming on the Page Driving Reason Fallen Angels Fine Dining Flag Garden Ballet Ghost on the Morning Train Inevitable Justice with Parsley Last Journey Lonely Lost in the Jungle MH370 Mirage Mongolia Monkey Do Our Island Porcelain and Pain Recall The Relic Rhythm of Life Sentinels of the Sand Shadow Dancer Shroud Sleepwalkers Smile Spectrum Terror The Stream The Suicide Letter Summer Rain Through the Haze Volcano Waiting for Rain Weeping in the Trees Whispers and Warriors Windows The Winds of March
About the Author
Paul Grecki is Australian. He lives and works in Sydney, Australia. For many years, he taught French and English in high school. He is currently teaching English as a second language to overseas students in an Intensive English Centre in suburban Sydney. He began writing poetry in 2014, and this is his first collection of poems.
Dedication
For Colleen
– always an inspiration, ever a friend
Copyright Information
Copyright © Paul Grecki (2019)
The right of Paul Grecki to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781528920391 (Paperback)
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Introduction
Within
The world agape
Clutches feebly
To opaque
My brain is feeding
On a nest of rats
Asleep
Snoring
Temperamental
Fumbling fingernails
Tear at white flesh
Red
In vain
Blue and green
Their foamy way
Through stained and spattered
Alleyways
Reeking of dead
Or dying carcasses
Sighing
With relief
Within a bubble
Until
Neptune recalls his
Blood
Which diminishes
And fades
Leaving empty halls
White concrete walls
Projecting strange
Three-dimensional
Shadows.
Part I: Whispers
A Single Tear
Each minute born of sorrow lasts a year
To tortured minds where love is just a lie
And hearts reveal a single bloody tear.
While friends implore but cannot ease the drear
And shards of pain fall weeping from the sky
Each minute born of sorrow lasts a year.
When sadness swallows life and all its cheer
The only question uttered must be why
The heart reveals a single bloody tear.
No magic wand of life can banish fear
Though flowers bloom, perfume the air and die
Each minute born of sorrow lasts a year.
The hands of time resound in thunder clear
To ease the loss of love with but a sigh
The heart reveals a single bloody tear.
An end is promise offered but not near
One cannot soar in love and yet not fly
Each minute born of sorrow lasts a year
The heart reveals a single bloody tear.
Before the Sun Comes Up
Sleep broken and bent by trips to the loo
Bladder fills and spills, but what can you do?
Alarm rings loud, signalling time to rise
You’re already awake; that’s no surprise.
Day’s dawn is still far; the dark is your friend.
Slippers on feet bring those chills to an end.
Your knees still struggle to lock in the line
Of fragile limbs that are hard to define.
The kitchen awaits; you shuffle along
The kettle whistles its good morning song.
Your trembling hand pours the tea now less sweet
To warm you inside, bring blood to your feet.
Carefully you count all the pills that you need
Right colour, right size – a ritual to heed
Blood pressure, heart, cholesterol and liver
Arthritis pain and Parkinson shiver.
You sit at the table with window view
Smile at the light as it brings a day new
You sit and you plan and think of a way
To pass the long hours to get through the day.
You think of friends and family who are few
Their visits are rare, but what can you do?
Hope for the promise of a new season
And dignified life that still has reason.
Broken Ties
He walked into a methadone clinic
And died.
It was New Year’s Eve
1999
Everyone was looking for a good time
He was looking for a life.
The nurse on duty saw him fall.
Not a word.
She informed the authorities
And resumed her shift.
The party outside continued.
She was attached to a bed
Her bloated body filled the room
With staccato gasps of air.
Heavy curtains
Covered every window
To bar the light.
The carer fed, bathed
And perfumed her blubbery hulk
Silent but certain
Preparation
For its final rest.
A frail, arthritic woman
Lit another cigarette
And thought about her children.
They didn’t visit her anymore.
When was the last time?
She could not remember.
They would be fine, she knew
They were both independent spirits
David was a go-getter
A risk-taker with a passion
For life
Susan was energetic and bubbly
And loved the sun
And the outdoors.
She smiled at the idea
That she might even be
A grandmother now.
If only they would write
Or ring
How she would love to share
Their happiness.
Burning Castles
The king stared at the castle –
He could not reach it
He limped
As his queen danced
Around him, laughing
He stumbled
All his horses and men
Had gone to help a clumsy egg.
He had discovered my secret
Yet the game continued…
Advance, retreat, manoeuvre, capture.
Sweat stained the board
Black and white mixed to grey
I wanted to surrender
But he denied my request
Smiling demon sensing victory.
My fingers touched the bishop
Burnt and blistered.
I recoiled; he said nothing
As the flames consumed the board.
The egg was fried alive
The castle crumbled
And the king and queen began to melt
Her majesty screamed at the flames
Eating her husband’s crown.
As the pawns tried to douse the raging fire
The jester took the queen
On the back of the knight
The pawns sniggered
And jumped into my pocket.
The game of chess is about to begin
But the king is missing.
Where is my king?
My pawns are getting angry
I cannot placate them.
Sire, where are you?
The pawns turn
Accusingly
I call on God for help.
The bishop turns
Matches in hand.
My chessmen, speak to me
Why do you never speak?
Speak!
What are you thinking?
What?
I burn, I writhe, I melt.
My ashes stain
The king’s empty square.
Caged
Shadows of the bars shred me
No chameleon protection
I crouch in the farthest naked corner
Arms tight around my bony knees
I dare not look up
As eyes gaze from without
Accusing
I roar denial
Rocking, reeling raw
Pounding skull against the wall
As hands reach through the bars
Groping, clawing
Abusing
Blood smears the wall
I wait inside my sanity.
Coalescing day and night
The clock hands spin frantic
Uncontrollable
I think only in the past
Wonderful, wonderful past
Soft, warm, gentle hands of time
Caressed the day
Strummed the night
Softly ticking heart
Ticking softly
Not tense, untense, no tense
Past tense, parse tense, Pa’s tense, Pa’s tents, past tense
Wonderful past tense
To be lucid again!
Loose id again
I chew ravenously on steel bars.
The Child I Never Was
I am the child I never was
Who heard the wind through rustling trees
Who smelled the flowers in the breeze
Who felt the grass beneath my feet
Who tasted water nectar-sweet
Who saw the angels in the clouds
And shared the laughter with the crowds.
I am the child I never was.