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poetry prose & illustration
You
Live Like...
You were the strongest swimmer You’ve got stardust in your veins You’re the sum of all creation and the source of someone’s dreams.
Live like you’ve never known death Feel like you’ve never had fears Breathe like you’ve never drawn breath Laugh like you’ve never known tears.
You are energy and matter, Creator and destroyer Potential and apathy You’re a danger and a comfort, Parasite and host. You’ve been good, and bad, and ugly. Top of the food chain, and bottom of the heap.
Help like you’ve never been snubbed Smile like you’ve never met sneers Act like you’ve never been dubbed Joke like you’ve never known jeers.
You are humanity.
Love like you’ve never known hate Speed like you've never used gears Play like you’ve never been late Sing like you've never had ears.
You’ll not survive forever, nor anything you’ve made. But there are seasons still to come, And choices still to take, Before the clock runs out on you, and the world begins anew.
Care like you’ve never known cares Win like you’ve never had cheers Do like you’ve never done dares And live help and love all your years!
You could pull a trigger, Or you could plant a tree. Kiss a foe, or kill a friend Give everything or nothing.
–by SoRoL
Your great, great grandchildren may never know your name, But they’ll see you in the remnants of all that went and came. You’ll be every treasured memory, each triumph and regret. So, stand tall in your humility – your story’s not done yet.
Ice - Journey
Sky's horizon meets Stratum of lucid whiteness – Blue-ice-blink-on-sea.
–by N J Crosskey https://njcrosskey.com
Cold, clear sky, projects Perfect map of ice beyond Cool Captain's vision.
Apple (Sonnet thirty-two)
He steers his vessel Into ocean's no-man's-land, Through masses of ice.
Among the scattered orchard trees of light That swirl about in such abundant bloom, There spins our special globe, blue-green and white, Once apple of God's eye, that fruitful womb, Creating from its flesh such fecund forms Of life, all full of seed, all born to strive, Obeying but one God, be men or worms, To feed and breed and therefore to survive; But this Pomona-blessed creation blights, Within its bowl of night, a still-life fruit, While gravity and men consume in bites, With force and food, this apple, that like Newton, God has dropped, and so can bare no more, The apple falls – now rotten to the core! –by SoRoL
Slow moving arctic Drift ice moaning as heaving Creaking Mountain peaks
In search of open Sea, forced free from light-field sheets Of ice floes floating In snow-slow-motion Meltings, forming fresh-water Lakes Of green liquid ice. He welcomes freedom To frolic among the fish In warm desert seas! –by SoRoL
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ingénu/e magazine – south downs and high weald : issue 30
