Loud Shadows
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Paul Grecki weaves the realities of life with utmost insight, portrays a scene with minute details and then suffuses it with a hue of a language so eloquent and lyrically opulent in its nature. The author takes you to a realm of realness where emotions are wrapped with a tinge of intricate substantiality and truth. He plays with the words ever-so effortlessly and creates an aesthetically pleasing, contemporary piece of art which retains a perpetual impact in the reader's mind and soul.

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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)
ISBN 9781528947954 (E-Book)
www.austinmacauley.com
First Published (2019)
Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
25 Canada Square
Canary Wharf
London
E14 5LQ
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.

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