Howl Wolf
We were always on the border of the fence,
Armed and muddy, all for honour and love.
Somewhere in between ricocheting shots
You sneaked out to the other side
Our border exposed, my men flailed
And hid in shadows of shame
So now, when you ask for our loyalty
I resist the urge to hang you on the fence
Parade your wounded comrades before your eyes
And leave you to their memories' wrath
Wandering hearts within butterfly nets
Source of pic
The soft, beat, beat, beating
Of butterfly wings against a net
Is the symbol of Life
As long as we beat, we breathe
When this ceases, our wings lose
Their need to live, and our hearts
Forget their need to beat
Dear 2008 and Mistress of Linguistics
I take my frames off your wall
Sandpaper my name off your ceiling
Each movement tingles a bit,
Like a plaster stuck on a fine hair
Now, when I drive past your street,
I will be just driving past.
These are just things, you insist
We will always be the same
But no, like a wise lyricist said,
“You can have the past, I’ll
Keep the Change”.**
So we must embrace this
I will not cry, this is His will
And you shine with anticipation.
Like a phoenix burns to ashes,
The buzzkill** singes, then arches
Like a solar plexus balancing on the
Pilates ball of Taqdeer
**Thanks to Waseem for these
Random Ideas: many mangoes and litchis and plums before you go , sweet goodbyes