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Perfect
PERFECT
By justme
For once there was a perfect time, filled with perfect, in perfect rhyme.
The laze of man, of thing and things and all the emptiness that human brings
Met with perfect, at the door, dropped it’s bag and cried no more.
Yet human man he soon forgot, built his castle, learned to rot.
Forgot that perfect, held his hand, tolled the roads, ploughed the land.
Then one day when man was old, a moment touched, a silence hold.
Of a perfect day, not noticed then, cared then less, cared not again.
Tis that call that calls him now.
Frets the beads, upon his brow.
For….
…….perfect came and perfect went
A perfect moment, no man has spent
For perfect is as perfect be, perfect touch, as perfect see.
Yes perfect called, this man missed thee
For perfect shouts, so silently.
Perfect kissed with perfect breath
Then perfect looked,
Then perfect,
left.
Credits: poem © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved
Melt me, merge me…
Catrin took this picture flying across the Dolomites in September 2010. Justme wrote his poem in Ireland, July 2011. All images and poems have a story attached to them. The exciting part is the merging of two moments into one – or have they ever been apart ?
FLY BACK HOME
By Justme
Why cry for you?
When you could cry for me?
Tender tappings upon a heart
Lend no ear or care apart
From twangs of sad and pulls of cold.
Silent footsteps fulfil their goal.Lay me silent upon this hill
Let the rain of man dance and chill.
Melt me and merge me with this lady earth
Trickle me away where no man can search.Hide me neath the green costumed dress
Trample me down and with your weight do press
Let me disintegrate, let this body succumb
Then slice open the earth .
Let me fly back home.
∞
Credits: Poem © Justme; Image © Catrinphoto. All rights reserved
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