òran / song

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do you have to know  

a language,to understand

a song.heartache in the loss.   

sadness inside melancholy.

love,within the light,

reverberates. nature’s echo  

ripples over the landscape 

of unspoken trace memory. 

inside each raindrop life’s river

runs.the stag hears below

the heather.below the ground.

below all sound.blood pumps

within everything.inside every

flower that blooms — shoots — 

the newborn song of life.

©Copyright Karen Bain 2017.All Rights Reserved.

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Fìorachd mheasgaichte / Mixed Reality

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Between darkness and light

what hides in the shadows of

Our imagination

the tear in the membrane

of our soul..

Does our consciousness

Create what hides within

the fear that erodes from

the in

the break in reality..

housing the voice only we can hear

pecking at our minds in hope

that we give in..

We all live between the darkness and the light

In the cold blue black of night..

Which thread of reality should we hold onto

as we slip inside the out

when demons surrounding are too loud..

Perhaps the hush is within

the tears that flow

the glass shards imploding around..

the blood that pumps underground..

inside the shadows of our portable shell

the form in which we hide

from the hands that grasp..

Inside the house behind the door

that we bolt Shut..

to keep the monsters out..

In the pitch black of night

I hold myself on the cold floorboards

and pray to the darkness

in my soul

he’s the only one who will ever know…

©Karen Bain 2016.All Rights Reserved.

Dèidh / Desire

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Following

tracing

outlining

borders of

your silken

skin..

fingertips

Touching contours

Sensing our soul as

tender form

dips out and in..

inside

my heart

Deep

within..

Skipping

trembling

past

flesh..

Desire

Reaching

outwith

Launching

flowing into

Deepest pools

mirrored songs

that ripple

echoing

below

e-Sensual night…

©Karen Bain 2016.All Rights Reserved.

Oidhche / Night

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Light dies untouched..
ebbing away
Darkness seeps
into every thought
each sickly pore
tuneless Memories burn and
Slice at open nerves
Laid seeping bare
by dreams of night
my memories of you
First glimpse unto the last
played back in jarring non sequential time..

Stark images
of warmth and of the sun
scattering in spirals downwards
Unordered
Torn inside the
Final darkened day
Unseen until I stepped inside
and Stopped..

Cold..
love broken sits unseeing
shattering the mirror
still life
as loves curtain gently
blows beyond
and outside streetlights
look on
into the flicker
where all life lives..

Love lost
forever locked inside the
blossoming river inside
the empty silent room
the final Stop..
where I walked in
where love in silence sat and died
where futile impotence
gave birth in me..

I stood incapable
Laid bare
In greyed out emotion
echoing screams inside my mind
that wouldn’t Stop
the questions unto myself
my pleading unto you
unheard..
Anger rising
as silent
shadows swept the room

Were they looking for love too..

 

©Karen Bain 2016.All Rights Reserved.

Smùirneanach / Particles

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Last night as the world was fragmenting

Deconstructing in fractal microcosms

everything out of reach

Alien to me

sound and visions rippling

from my grasp

Echoing on into the midnight dust

breaking up and multiplying

Replicating as it flowed..

Dissolving slowly as we inhaled each particle

and each other..

I had the surest strongest notion

that Nothing was real

In time and space..

that we were all but as a dream

and all around a particled dreamworld

within a constructed dream

in a future nightmare’s frozen vision

of a self replicating speck of dust

Echoing on into infinity..

through all the universes unknown stars..

That we were Nothing

we were as Dust and Dirt

but..

we could finally fly…

©Karen Bain 2016.All Rights Reserved.

 

 

Mì-dhealbhaich / Distorts

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In the dying embers of fading light

Fractal distortions echo and glare

distorted voices painfully overlap

haunted pain-wrenching imagery…

 

Visions of warped consciousness

fearfully scatter in the periphery

of my Ticking trickling time

that warps and bends

As it drips

gathers useless droplets

and falls in mindless

puddles of pooled lost connections…

 

Intricate dis-chords shattering the room

broken shards of thought

ungrasped scattering outwith…

Evaporating from touch

as grasping hands reach out

Lost inside the dimming light

of minds once razor sharp

expectant day…

 

Reductions of thought

lost in severing Pain

tuneless overlays…

Of days and moments fading memories

that once roared and blazed

so clearly

across the sun drenched paths…

 

Sure footing

Fallen

into Jarring

lessening

unknown

Voiceless twilight…

©Karen Bain 2016.All Rights Reserved.