| WILD THING
by David Sawkins
Wild
Thing, unasked into my life you came.
Once
serene flowed my blood, its not the same
Pulsating
now my dreams, you changed my way.
Spring,
the month of new blooms, my love in May
Lifting
me, loving me, I'll play your game.
Weakened
am I, wrecked am I, you to blame.
Ignited
am I, burnt am I, you the flame.
You
sustain me, sweet wine, my daily bread,
Wild
Thing.
Once
mortal, then bewitched I became
Imprisoned
forever, caged in a frame
I,
unyielding, your captive always and a day.
Never
free me, bind me, seal me, I pray.
Take
me, all of me, complete or lame,
Wild
Thing.
©
Davis Sawkins, Ingham Australia
(Courtesy
of the Ingham Writers' Guild)
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LETS TALK
by Chris Allen
Like
a black hole, absorbing all the light,
You
hide your true feelings out of my sight.
Often,
I try to get inside your head;
Only
more barriers go up instead.
Like
a cat and dog, we end up in a fight.
At
first I thought it would be alright;
I
felt your heartbeat throughout the long night.
Our
special love would conquer all, I said,
even
a black hole.
Sometimes
I look down, as from a great height;
I
feel the deep hurt that comes from your slight;
and,
deep in my heart, the thing that I dread.
I
know. Not just dying, but almost dead,
my
love for you. I understand this blight
like
a black hole.
©
Chris Allen, Ingham, Australia
(taken
from Maraka Manuscripts, Courtesy of the Ingham Writers' Guild)
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