Dominique.
Caressing the essence of invisible curves
that floated around the overly wrapped body
the fine lines above the face
that once held
laughing eyes
youthful memories stiil carved
in the sunken yellow
mask
touching her soul
ever so lightly
fearing the
fragility
of the moment,
I watched as
she welcomed death with
peaceful
opened arms.
I kissed her brow, then her cheeks
and smiled
then like a cat I slipped away into
the afternoon sun.
Cursing the swaying
indifference
of spring flowers.
Dave English (c) April 2004
Dachau !
A final judgement
brought by fascist order
justice blinded by snarling dogs
The common man
craving solitude
remembering
briefly
the ecstasy of life
Evil transforming the
innocent
no gratitude
even less mercy
as they cried square tears
to wash away
the gas that stung
their eyes
Only the pain and
hunger
that war
had provoked
The history of many
buried
by the
Angel of Death
Love
Is no more
and the soul
has ceased to exist
tell me Oh Lord!
What can be left of
Self?
Dave English (c) May 2004.
Modem Heartbeats
Switching on
to her planet
breathing in the
latest
electronic whispers,
her eyes fixed on
a screen
that hid her from
reality
she typed away her
existence
An angel cried
as broken hearts
gathered round
linking their despair
to hers
"connect failure"
then the silence
as night finally
gave way
to day .
Dave English (c) 2002
ABC
Author of his proper destiny
Broken by the silences of his past
Crying out for some kind of recognition
Drying his eyes on a young girls shoulder
English rose shy and contemplative
Forgetting the hard times when he had been
Growing up in the shadows that others cast
He bows his head to the wind
Ignoring that each step
Joined another path.
Killing the image that he had carried
Laughing at his misfortune
Mocking the twists of fate
No one turned to see him pass
Only a child who had seen an angel could understand
Private thoughts a
Quest unfulfilled
Reminding him that the road was long
Silently he marched on
Triumphing
Under pressure, his head held high
Victory approaching
With each hesitating step
X marking the spot just
Yonder past the rising sun, to a
Zone, where peace was waiting to embrace him.
David English © January 3rd 2000.