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Love and Beauty

Beauty blooms
in unearthly places
deserts and derelict houses
where tiny blossoms penetrate
peering through cracks
in decaying walls
defying decadence and death.

The exquisiteness of love
is a blissful evocation
uncontaminated by lust
or desire
purer than aesthetics
creativity
and the wonders
of the natural world.

The aural beauty
of symphonic music
creates ecstatic moods
as sensual sounds
serenely ripple and lilt
rhapsodically rising and falling
fading as dimenuendos
and expanding as crescendos.

Love is transcendent
and eternal
like a rare flower
unfading, undying
wondrous and joyful
the epitome of being.

Beauty exists amidst ugliness
love lives alone
an individual’s enigma
immanent and unknowable
uniquely precious
sublimated and requited
or estranged
inside lonely minds.

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A Face in the Rain

Montages
of sensuous vases
awash
with drowning flowers.

A soliloquy
of recriminations
bitter moments
of nostalgic yearning.

Transient thoughts
of an image
a decolletage
and a pretty face.

Pearly skin
a secluded glade
soft flickering light
and silken shadows.

Trudging
along a lonely path
bordered
by indifferent trees.

Disillusioned
in the dead silence
of deep, dark caverns
threatened by the sea.

The devastation
of rejection
revealed the fragility
of a stillborn love.

Dim light inside
passed through
a grimy windowpane
draped with cobwebs.

The tap
dripped obsessively
above a rusting
disgusting sink.

A huge TV screen
in the lounge
waited passively
to be switched on.

An alluring face
and decolletage
loomed enticingly
inside the picture frame.

Admiring letters
joyfully penned
were regularly posted
but never acknowledged.

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Air Conditioning

A cobalt sky
fading to white
glows benignly
in the morning light.

Leafy canopies
listlessly hang
on a lonely tree
beside a nature strip.

Untidy shrubs
confined behind a hedge
fail to conceal
screaming graffiti on a wall.

Traffic builds
on grim, grey bitumen
groaning dismally
like a beast in agony.

Curtains
and artificial air
replace the cobalt sky
with TV images and insecticide.

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The Ever Changing Scene

Panoramas framed optically
change so rapidly
Unable to stay
even if captured and fleetingly confined
Until arriving at a vanishing point
that doesn’t exist
To be displaced momentarily
by intangible variations
Of the same pictorial theme
that disappear until replaced
As the process is infinitely repeated
leaving behind weird echoes
Like lonely words
on an empty page.