. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The voice of Tanaka

Friday, September 15, 2023

The voice of Tanaka

 I can subliminally feel 

All those sad fears


Rhythmically swirling like sharpened kitchen knives


Within all your world choices


Which cuts me so deep

Like cold Tamahagane steel


Above all this new

Life's 


Now old noises


I can just see you 

Sitting there


In your darkened bedroom


Somewhere


Dressed in that familiar soft white lace


With translucent tears


Running down 

Your beautiful face


Thinking of me


As a lone crone

In a faraway forest


In triumph 

Sings 


And rejoices


Overjoyed by her spells

Creating turmoil 


Of fake excuses and tragic surprises


In you


For

I know

It's not fair


What you're going through


But trust me


I'm 

Going through it

Too


For 

This thing we started

This inexplicable thing


This molten fire that still burns

 

Like it's taboo

Since we parted


Reaches so deep

Inside


I can't sleep


Can't work

Can't recall


How many times

I've cried


Brokenhearted


For I remember

Those sweet salad days


Before our love

Died


When we parted ways


Walking on the beach

With the girl next door


Who came to me

Unexpectedly


Like a serene gift 

From The Holy Sea


Gently fluttering by

To say hello


Like a rare beautiful Glasswing Butterfly


But now

We are 


But two 

Lost souls


With nowhere to go


Just wondering round

In familiar round circles


And looking into 

This purple haze


The very mouth of this black abyss


Before me


Looking at the mistakes

We once made


In my scrying mirror


As our tarot cards 

Were first laid


When we first kissed


While we walked

Its tired pavements


In its maze


I pray and hope you still

Think of me


The ghost


Who still loves his beautiful rare Glasswing  butterfly


From the Realms

Of The

Great In-Between


Sent to love you

To remind you


You're so special


An astral envoy

Sent like a 


Spiritual Kestrel

To inspire others 


Especially those

That suffer in silence


So turn that Southern Country music up high


To drown out your world's violence 


For a light like yours

Must shine


And it's why

This old ghost


Can never say goodbye


For our old love

Lives beyond


The seas of this black abyss


Forever 

Spinning


In my memories

Of our



First poetic kiss


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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