Sunday, January 16, 2011

Dust

Photo by Joey L

I don’t want you slipping away
Like dust on the lip of counters grey
Conducting business concrete creep
I'll blow with the wind that bids me pay

I can feel you slipping away
Can’t hold on to what I’ve broken
Like all those toys and radios
That didn’t answer to what I'd spoken

Twenty years cannot erode
Like paint that peels the days away
Marks me down as also-ran or raconteur
Time will stand my colours to display

Twenty years cannot erode
Nor lighten the unspoken burden
That lies between us uncertain
A weight that creaks the blowing curtain

Twenty years slipping away
Like dew on the lip of morning fey
These crystalline thoughts cannot endure
The interactive onslaught of today

7 comments:

Baino said...

This is lovely. Describes my mood today. I've lost Jeffscape and I'm devastated.

Confessions of a Temporal Lobe said...

Brilliant post.

I am going to post a black and white photo that I think you will find interesting.

It was taken by one of america's first african american pilots during ww2 while he was in the middle east.

Your picture posted with this post, reminded me of the black and white photo I purchased many years ago from a private collection.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Baino: Lost Jeff? I'm sure he'll turn up somewhere soon.

CoaTL: I'll be over for a look soon.

Confessions of a Temporal Lobe said...

I put the photo up under your name. Where you left your comment was not the photo i told you about.
Cheers.

Gerry Boyd said...

super.

Harlequin said...

you do wonderful work, Pisces.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Gerry: fanx mate

Harlequin: and fanx to you too :)