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portrait it is your portrait on the wall,portrait by =Sindakri
which resonates beyond me.
your eyes that follow-
and judge and mock,
every thought of escape
I entertain.
and the curve of your lips
which reminds even me,
that every foothold is that.
a hold, a hollow, a hope.
but there is wonder-
is there more than this?
every breath, every sniff,
reminds even me that
I am alive.
it is your portrait on the wall,
which harbours that contempt-
that disproval of my unwillingness
to put hand above hand,
to keep trying to be
dead.
to be that portrait on the wall.


frustration I can feel the frustration-frustration by =Sindakri
pulling and thrashing,
drowning in the vast ocean of
unconceivable goals.
and it's sinking, falling beneath
the water, light disappearing.
Daylight receding away, just out of
reach.
inescapable.


pulling I can feel a pullpulling by =Sindakri
and the rope around my ankle
becomes tight.
the trawling ship drags
me across the ocean floor.
I dig my fingers into your flesh
and my drowning throat pleads:
don't leave.
but it's me.
My heart is fevered, my body
is losing hold.
I can feel the sand between my teeth
as I grasp at straws in open mouths.
I will call out:
&


seasons mountains surround the greenest valley,seasons by =Sindakri
flowers blooming under the sunshine sky.
clouds rolling in with thunderclap fires -
the valley filling with the molten water.
of lives who have forgotten or -
perhaps overflowing with remembered
lives, who can skate across the summers of
youth with constant autumn in the winter of
seemingly neglected springs.


Forgetting Forgotten-Forgetting by =Sindakri
spreading my fingers to cover
a sky of churning clouds.
rain is falling, drops flooding
my dewey leaf eyes.
the waves brush through
sandy beach thighs
with freckled memories.
I'm trying to remember,
where have I gone?
forgotten-
sleepless nights passing
starless ideas of surviving.
I can feel the failing grips,
the ladder run
growing up by =Sindakri