Along with reams of short stories, and longer attempts at fiction, I’ve written countless poems over the decades. The bulk were written in my teens and twenties and I literally have folders full of handwritten and typewritten compositions.
I’d been threatening to put a selection into print since the mid-90’s. I remember discussing it with an old girlfriend in ’95 but a number of things always seemed to stop me. Part of that was not really being sure if I wanted to share them with the world, part was never having the time to go through what was amounting to thousands of bits of paper – ranging from typed and formatted finished compositions to hand written stanzas on the back of paper bags, or anything I had at hand when inspiration hit.
A few years ago I finally got round to sorting out a collection and published them under the title “Wild Card Symphonies”. Consisting of three smaller volumes of my work, “Wild Card Symphonies”, “Cry To Me”, and “This Graveyard Heart”, the book totaled just over 120 poems. You can buy a copy (plug plug) through Lulu on one of the links at the bottom of the page if you like what you read and want to have more.
Into The Arms Of Memories
Whispers riding on the flow of the tide,
Like tears falling
On reflections in the pool.
The cool dark hours
A lovers touch,
With its tender grace.
Wild horses run wild
In the meadows and in the sea,
Stallions of white,
Calling for you to come
And learn the meaning of dreams.
Above the clouds that share our sky,
The freedom is felt,
And love is announced
In the shape of a dove
Freed from its film.
Is no one about to tell me
Of the pictures taken from dreams
In a cinema that’s been abandoned,
Showing movies of old picture queens
And re-runs of yesterdays.
Am I the only one
Left alone among the reels?
With a host of forgotten words
And pictures of freedom and love
And whispers riding from silent screens,
Where the horses have run wild
And the dove flies free
And dreams are sown
In the shape of a movie queen.
Watching the past
With the knowledge of today,
That the horse became lame,
The dove was caught,
The picture queen’s passed away
Into the arms of memories
And whispers caught in the wind.
(INTO THE ARMS OF MEMORIES; By A R J Abranson; 20-11-90/14:36)
Wild Card Symphonies, Cry To Me & This Graveyard Heart are Copyright ©2015, Angus Abranson. All rights reserved.
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