Arthur Dalton

stream of consciousness writer. aspiring to not make sense :)

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Arthur Dalton

stream of consciousness writer. aspiring to not make sense :)

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The Tree And Me

Arthur Dalton

1 min read

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, Alas, Confess

Arthur Dalton

1 min read

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 ...

Growth

Arthur Dalton

1 min read

It feels like falling

Hard into the unplowed ground

Drowning in the dirt

Alone and choking on mud

Yet I will still grow for you...

The Stars

Arthur Dalton

1 min read

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...

Men Destined To Wait

Arthur Dalton

1 min read

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...

That Dreadful Silence

Arthur Dalton

1 min read

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...

Far Yonder

Arthur Dalton

1 min read

It came again,

The rain, the rain…

From somewhere, alone, far yonder.

I ran to you,

And I knew, I knew…

I would wait, alone, to ponder.

And when you leave,

It seems, it seems

That I am left, alone, to wander....

Tip Tap

Arthur Dalton

1 min read

Tip tap,

The rain came back…

From far yonder

Over dreary hill.

Clip clap,

Old Tobyn is back…

A horse-draw carriages,

That has lost its wheels....

Winter Partings

Arthur Dalton

1 min read

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...

Spring, Winter

Arthur Dalton

1 min read

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...