sglèat / slate

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In another time & place       

when i was someone else — i          

held you. saw you for the 

last time. final journey.   

gazing out towards   

home, i watched you  

fly — across the tidal ice.

soul carried 

high. sky slate    

grey, as the ice packed 

North Sea,

roared tumbling.

pain echoing thunder.

crack. the tearing 

of my soul & all the half stitched

seams holding us together.

i stood inside days. waiting. lost 

inside the storm.

staring out. standing tied.

shore-bound, screaming

at the raw edged wound of nature. 

hoping to be swallowed up,

as hearts opened & merged 

with the fossils of stones.

one moment out of time & step,

the glance away — the cruelest blow. 

my hell brain mind replaying 

last words back

to me. unsettled, mingling with the

Sea. as day rolled in & out. pain

washing over. tears flooding,

drowning me,mixing with the salt. eroding

my reflection. the me i had become,

your eyes, staring back 

from the deep, in 

hollowed scooped

out silence. 

©Copyright Karen Bain 2017.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.

 

 

Loidhneachan / Lines

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Lines drawn

connecting

landscape to a people

lines connecting people to themselves

linear visible imprints hard/ distinct

Crafted on aged stone

granite hewed from a Living past

from known surroundings

touched and shaped by cultured hands

Inclusive of a language and of a people

a vibrant landscape

known by time past

and the blowing singing gale

unknown to us now

a forgotten song

the people of our land

immortal seeds

Planted firmly in fertile ground

©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.

Lùigeadh / Longing

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If I am to meet you again
Let not the years that have
separated us come between us
let your touch
not be that of a Stranger
let us know ourselves
in recognition and each other
understand and be true of heart..
reach out and connect in love
Not in loss and pain but full of joy
of the happiness that lived inside us
that we saw and believed in
wrapping ourselves around

Let us be as one..

Feel again the flame that burned
inside and that we knew..
let the sorrow be outcast and leave
Us both
erasing the meaningless words
I spoke unto you
to make you go away…
to make you leave me..
to make you love me not..
let us see each other and remember
and at the same time let us forget
to walk in understanding
to forgive each other
and ourselves
To both be whole again…

©Karen Bain 2016.All Rights Reserved.

Summer’s End

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Summer was always your favourite time

walking hand in hand sand and sea

blissfully discarding easy footprints

Traces…

given to the earth freely

Moments made and captured in memories

of all our living days of raptured thought

unspoken love of shared dreams and

Promises to be

as we slept entwined in

Rustled creased and disentangled

sheets of love laid bare

alive within dreams and life that flowed

Breathed life and lived again

into tomorrow’s sky..

So easily

we spoke of all creation

while the sun rose and set again

On our love

until the temporary illusion of time was shattered

by the mechanical tick tock

time running out 

Dissolving eroding from the inside

melting away in shattering rebounding jarring silence

Our vivid sky trickling and pouring down

onto our laps

where our eyes settled and closed

Until you took my hand again

and smiled…

And that is why You are brave to me

why your hand is still in mine

why your heart is with me

and we are still there chatting on that bench

sitting in the light of our days…

because you chose to let go

On a beautiful summers day

when all the world and the fresh blue living sky

Was singing and laughing…

©Karen Bain 2016.All Rights Reserved.