Monthly Archives: November 2008

THE HOURGLASS

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A large, impressive, cherry wood desk sat beneath the tiny hourglass which was to be my life.
An antigue hourglass with its intriquitely detailed top and

bottom was precise in its meting out of what was to be the granules of life allotted to me.
I preened while the first half of the passing sand poured down

into its unobtrusively-waiting receptacle.
I postured while another fourth of
the sand poured down in meticulous precision.
I, then, became obsessed with

the scanty fourth which passed continuously before me.
I toiled day and night to make a mark of truth upon deafening mankind.
In all of my many preenings

and posturings, I had discovered but one absolute truth: the only currency which would remain in the ever-moving, ever-indifferent sands of time would be a pure, simple, unfettered love: the true gold of a man’s life upon this earth.

Alice Parris

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THE WATCH

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I watch
You on a
High wire
Stand
Umbrella
In hand
As if
Your life
Were
A circus.
No net
Underneath
To shield
From grief,
I watch you.
One leg
In the air
One foot
Standing there.
I watch you.
High up
In the sky
Your fall
Draws nigh.
I heave
And sigh
With tears
In my eyes.
I watch you.

WHEN SOULMATES MEET

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When soulmates meet
It is as if a
Force of nature
Is taking place
Pulling one
Inextricably
To the other.
It is as if
Nothing else
Matters…
But the pull
Of the other soul
When in the presence
Of its perfect match.
It is as if
Time stands still
When two souls
Embrace
That are one.There are no
Words to describe
What is happening
When soulmates
Are in each
Other’s arms.
Neither
Circumstances,
Propriety,
Nor will power
Can overrule
The magnetic force
That pulls these
Souls together
Once they meet.There is a pulling,
A knitting together
Of these two
While heaven watches
The celestial reunion.
The angels rejoice:
Divine intervention
Has taken place
In life and in
Circumstances
To bring these
Two together…
At last.
Pulling these
Two out of
The arms of
Another,
Out of cities,
Out of careers,
Placing them,
In each other’s arms,
Is nothing less
Than miraculous.Alice Parris

 

 

 

 

 

SCORCH-BLACKENED THORNS

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  Crackling branches,
scorch-blackened thorns,
blood-red berries
mashed beneath indifferent feet.Fleeing scenes of barely-there,
incriminations mounting.
Where were you when the
black-outs became normal?

Police line-ups, shock,
indignation and curt disavowals.
What was that thing
called personal freedom, anyhow?

Sand-buried, ostrich-people
still pass gases that can kill.
Toxic subliminals; then
the marching sounds of slaughter.

Alice Parris

MY LOVE IN ABSENTIA

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How I have waited,
my beloved, for the
sound of your approach.

When you come, I am
set ablaze with the
lightnings of your love.

You are only as far away
as my heart-felt prayer.

My love for you
is as the rumbling sea.
It cannot be satisfied.

I am forever yours;
a captive- beating- heart,
a trifle in your hand.

You speak, transforming me;
 the sound of your passion…

Distant memories are
awakened. All of them
lead me here and now.

Your will is mine to obey.
On your word, I will live-
or die-it does not matter.

I am forever yours-
never the lessened grip- 
my love in absentia.

Alice Parris
Inspiration from The Songs of Solomon

SLEEPING PROPHETS

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Awake

In a

Twilight state.

Gathering information,

Uncovering plots,

Understanding

Relationships,

Dreaming the future,

Having access

to the Spiritual

Superhighway.

Reconnaissance

Missions are underway.

Camouflaged as

Sleeping forms.

Sleeping prophets,

On line

With the

Revealer of dreams.

Alice Parris