Month: June 2011

Separate (Poem)

Waiting as water trickles trails in shattered splintered silken lies sliding down barriers of sullen rain Separate, I stand hand hidden. Waiting wondering as creation wriggles, rosebud lips suckling seeking unformed unpractised sounds slip across barriers of protection Separate, I stand hand on glass Waiting as empty echoes isolate shattered creation Separated now I stand. My treacherous hand betrayed me with one blow. LtCdr 07.05.2011

1st June 2011
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The Things We Never Say

1st June 2011
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“Here, Commander,” the staff nurse pointed at the fine, dotted line, just as the church bells across the road chimed ten times. Distracted he placed his scrawl underneath the official discharge form, waited for his copy and folded it into his breastpocket, while he walked out of the hospital. His stay at Mayland had been perfunctory, making sure he was unharmed by the lack of oxygen during that submarine accident…

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