Autumnal Illusion

I walk along the street,
Dusk stepping on my heels.
The wind whispers
Syllables incomprehensible
Yet familiar in their rhyme.

The wordless song follows my feet
In mundane conviviality of 4/4 beat,
And I listen, I listen aghast
For someone speaks to me
In shy, but insistent gusts
From the irregular, disobedient

The world’s soul
Protests against deprivation,
Uprising in a blast.
It makes my acrylic soles
Pause and falter
In their rhythmic dance.

Come back, come back!
They sing, plead, persuade.
Blood of the world,
The drop that is your heart,
Do not fade away!
Light of the Sun,
The heat that is your life,
Energy, stay!

I hear and I listen,
I feel aware.
The wind has swallowed my thoughts
And icy claws toy with my hair.

They beckon me to natural sense,
That which I felt at birth:
The smell of innocence,
The taste of truth,
Touch of earth;
And I am saddened
By my realisation –
That I am unable to obey,
For I have sold
My loyalty, my identity
For no more than a dream.
A garish nightmare
Within day.

I hear and I listen,
…But who
Are they?

Sing to me, will you?
Whisper at me, you disembodied
But should I heed you?
You, whom I cannot see,
But whom I allow to lead me,
I, whose empty desires feed you?

Unveil yourself,
Appear in existence,
Now, in this season of Limbo
‘Tween Life and Death,
Growth and Decay,
Step forth from the mist
Of your own conjuring,
And make me believe
That which you whisper.

Why shouldn’t I leave?

…Yet looking round,
Only leaves spin,
Cartwheel along the pavement,
In a fluttery flurry
Of colour,
Gold, saffron, red
Beneath ominous fury
Of solemn brewing lead.
And in my black coat
I have paused; I stop, stay still
And observe
Their melancholy
Erratic colour wheel.

This is no truth, then?
Only imagination.
Uncontrollable beast
Which plays hide-and-seek
With logic
In my mind.

Hide you still?
Then I shall not search for you.
If you will not manifest your truth, only hint,
I shall follow my own,
And leave you behind.

And I lock the wind outside,
I turn my back on the clouds,
Step off the solitary road,
Light my fireplace.

And in my worldly light,
The thickening gloom
Looks ever darker, and no stars sing
While the smell of Autumn
Breathes outside the room.

Autumnal Illusion


Joined October 2007

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A poem about momentary visions, identity and sudden realisation.

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