All texts and images by Gaelle Konak (unless stated)




Tuesday 28 August 2012

Horizon


Some bones are better left quiet
Untouched by noisy memories
Unshaken by our pining life
Just to be forgotten

Because soon we'll be dust clouds
Undressed of our skin and scars
And heavy brain and leaking heart
Ashes somewhere unseen

In silence
Joining the layers
Making up the line
Of the horizon.


Monday 20 August 2012

Being Human

Remember the days the horizon
Was but a hair from your head and the sky
A gentle mouth from above
Kissing your brow.

The sea and the waves used to mirror your fears
A delightful crescendo of things
Too big, too deep, too human to handle
Crashing on your brain, crushing the illusion
Of peace within.

I remember the days your skin was a wall
To scratch and hit to try and peer through
A box, a shroud, a promise of loneliness
Forever anonymity and silence.

Remember the days your hands and your heart
Could speak not in words but in a stronger tongue
And it made you bleed, and it made you smile
And it made your life worth the strife

And it made your life worth being that short spark 
Sprung from darkness, thrown again into dark
Bright but for a breath in the cold loneliness

Of being a human, a temporary work of art.