NOTHING LEFT TO SAY

Stars colliding at cupids bow,
Fire ignites archers truths bestowed.

Burdens cross in southern sky way.

Beating flesh mends torrent filled rivers,
Long lost forgotten.

One whom you loved now gone,
Memories of lessons not learned.

Winding roads both need to travel,
Dead wood collects as you go.

What is gained when all is spoken?
Nothing left to say.

Token books not worth the reading,
With eyes that finally see.

Alone again the sun rises,
Promise leads the way.

Copyright © Robyn Whittaker. 2009.

HISTORY UNSPOKEN

LOOKING AT CROWN OF MORNINGS GLORY, GUILDED WITH GOLD OF TRUTHS DENIED.
QUEEN SITS IN POSE AND THOUGHTS ARE PONDERED,
YESTERDAYS PAINTS NEARLY DRIED.

COMPLETE ME WITH HISTORY UNSPOKEN,
THE CRIMES OF HEREDITARY LINES.
HEIRS AND GRACES FORGOTTEN,
UNDOUBTEDLY YOU KNOW THE TRUTH.
SITTING IN WAIT U PRESS LEVER,
GAS LIFT IN CHAIR IS NO MORE.

YOUNGER IN YEARS THAN YOU ARE NOW,
PAINTING DEPICTS FROZEN WORLD.
WAITING TO TURN OVER NEW LEAF,
THE NEW QUEENS A BOY NOT A GIRL.

WILL HIM TO KEEP UP YOUR LIFE'S WORK,
SKIPPING THROUGH ENGAGEMENTS WITH EASE.
LIFE OF COMMITTED INTERNMENT,
UPWARD YOU MOBILIZE YOUR TROOP.
CLINGING TO HOPES OF OLD THRONE WORLD,
ANCESTORS ARE WAITING IN TREE.

WHAT DOES IT MEAN WHEN YOUR PAST HERE,
OLD QUEENS ARE REALLY JUST CHAT.
COLOUR IN PAINT'S ALWAYS FADING,
THE SON HAS MADE SO SURE OF THAT.
MISSING ONE GEN FOR ANOTHER,
YOU WISH FOR RENAISSANCE OF TIME.
AND FOREVER THEY'LL LOVE YOU FOR A LIFE OF DEVOTION,
AND FORGIVE YOURS FOR A HISTORY OF CRIME.

Copyright (C) Robyn Whittaker. 2008