Arthur Dalton
stream of consciousness writer. aspiring to not make sense :)
Arthur Dalton
stream of consciousness writer. aspiring to not make sense :)
stream of consciousness writer. aspiring to not make sense :)
stream of consciousness writer. aspiring to not make sense :)
The old oak tree on mulberry
Road, blossoms with
The purity and light of some
Long lost childhood wonders.
It’s great roots burrow
Into the Earth pike greedy fingers
Searching for trolls.
They weave through the soil
Like the stringy fragments
Of a shattered soul.
It’s great branches hold up
Young to the caping of the
Ever-watching sky,
Forever above the ever-sleeping
Placid bones below.
It wa...
I must confess,
I’m afraid of loving you,
My dearest,
For you are like the sea
And I am drowning
With every tide you tug me closer
To your closed heart.
I’m trapped in the net of
Heart strings that taunt me.
You leave me coughing
And spluttering so violently
In your destructive wake.
Bubbling to the surface
Of promise and lore…
I confess I am scared to love you,
For you are like a flame,
So ...
I went to catch a star
tonight,
A ladder, some rope, a jar for my light.
I wandered through the forest,
Blue,
And found a great old oak tree who,
Spoke to me with leafy mutters,
And conversed with the ash that mutters,
Words to help me on my way,
I listened to the things he had to say.
I took that rope and made a loop,
And went up to he branches, droop
Into the sky,
The sky dripped by.
I, as a thi...
The final moment before
Life changes forever
And surety slips out of sight
And mind like the
Lingering smoke of a
Perishing candle.
That last silence before war’s end
As biting bullets cease tiger
Endless arguments in
Breathless anticipation.
That waiting for the truth
To come out and spread its
Delicate wings,
Will it flying to the summit
Of our long-dying Earth
Or fall like Daedalus’ fooli...
There it is again,
That dreadful silence.
When all lights seem to
Go out,
All ties to the life you knew
Snap under unbearable tension.
That absent place,
That was once so often consumed
By the gentle breath of youth,
Lays desolate and lonely,
Breathless solitude.
Save me, call for me…
Let thy mountains shudder with
Mighty song,
Luring me from where I lie
Entangled in the base of its roots.
W...
It was a cold winter night,
some frost-choked December eve.
Don’t ask me when,
For I don’t remember,
But the fire took in great breaths
Of smouldering sparks
As it drew to its nigh end.
I woke up, but you weren’t there.
I suppose a part of me expected it.
Part of me knew that
You had left some time in the night
Leaving cowardly footsteps
In your snow-foamed wake.
I don’t blame you for slyly
Sl...
After all that’s said and done,
I still love you:
I love you as the crow flies east
To find a new moon to hunt
Or as a sparrow drifts south
Looking for the new harvests.
I love you as the trees grow red
In under Autumn’s waning gaze,
as the flowers of spring shiver
Under winter’s clinging frost.
I love you as the stars dance in the heavens
As long summer nights slowly seep to
Their end.
I lo...