Excerpt for Brevity by , available in its entirety at Smashwords

Brevity

By Kim van Breda

A Collection Of Poems

July 2018



Published by Kim van Breda at SMASHWORDS



This book is available in print as well as in e-book formats at a number of online retailers.


Favorite me at Smashwords


This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favourite ebook retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.


Copyright 2018 Kim van Breda


All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior permission of the author.

Table Of Contents


ALL THE SAME

AMONG FISH

CRIMINAL LOVER

DEATH, MY ONE TRUE GROOM

DETACHED, I FADE

ETHEREAL EYES

GHOST TRAINS

HAMMERED

IN A COMIC STRIP WAY

ITINERARY

JEHOVAH-ROPHI

MOLLUSK HUSKS

PERFECT GLOVE

PURPLE GREY SKY

PURRFECT CONTENTMENT

RETROSPECT

ROCK PAPER SCHISM

SALTED STRIFE

SPONTANEITY REBUKED

STARS THAT HUMMED

SUBSIDING TIDES

THE LICK OF A KNIFE

TROPHY TEARS

ELEMENTARY HUE

FACING RODENTS

FUNGIBLE

JEHOVAH- RAAH

NUMERAL STARS CALLED F**K

RIVERS TEAR DEEP

ABAFT

ABJURE

BASTION

COLORFUL FILAMENTS

I KNOW HOW IT FEELS

MY WEAKNESS

TRANSFORMATION

SUNSHINE’S FOOTPRINTS

SUN AND SEA

MARY

ARTISANAL BEAUTY

BEAUTY

UNTAMED

GIRL FISH OUT OF WATER

MORDACIOUS

SALT

TELLURIAN

ANHEDONIA

BALANCING ON THE WIRE

MENDACIOUS

SLOW LANGUAGES LAVISHLY WON

SSRI’s (capsuled in blue)

THE GIFT OF PAIN

VICISSITUDE

34 39 SOUVENIRS

BRANDED DENIALS

FIDELITY

THERE ARE BLUES

AS THEY BUSILY BLACKEN YOUR LITTLE SEA

CANOROUS

HUGGING AND TRUSTING

LIKE ETHER

LOPSIDED SOAPSUDS

SIPPING SANITY

TAMING FANTASY

FORCE FED

MEMOIRS

NO 7

NOT RATIONAL

PARADOXICAL IMMINENT POWERS APPROVED

CONVOKE

INNOCUOUS

LAYERED INTENT

OBSTRUCTION BLOCKING CREATIVITY

POISED

ROSEGEM

A NIGHT OF OBSCURITY

DROUGHT THICKENING

FLOWER NECTAR AND PRIDE

LAST ONE (for the road)

SKYSCRAPER SKIES AND TEARING EYES

THE MAGIC IT TAKES

TRADED MY STILETTO HEELS

LINGERING IN SPLICED ROOM

ABSTRACT WORLD

PICTURE PERFECT

RUSSET HUES

MOORS

PHONE BOOTHS

PURLIEUS


ABOUT THE BOOK

CEREBRAL GATHERINGS


DISCOVER MY OTHER TITLES

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

CONNECT WITH ME

ALL THE SAME



I traveled

as I often do,

returned to

what I knew

It's all the

same, life games

with different

unique views

AMONG FISH



when I disappear

do you fear for

lives you took

like a cosmonaut…

the last thing

you’ll realize

when you board

flights into

sacred spaces…

you already had

what you thought

was enough


could you drop me a line

one two or three

with raw bleeding bait

to release the fears

of swimming alone

in this lake


an uncaught

shimmering quartz

swept away by

neglect of respect

I keep safe


deaf to all you

say and do

unless you have

friends among fish

eventually

there will be

no air to breathe

between the me

and drowning you

CRIMINAL LOVER



a criminal lover

who drank champagne

breathed shivers down

my spine and neck


seduction

at

its

reflective

best


and then you left…

DEATH, MY ONE TRUE GROOM



we slither into existence… a date of sorts

digits, counting in decimals before depth

or encounters in life know our names.

Strange, all these protective gloved

games we play, from that first day


its childhood, its warfare intentions

we survive, but lose our initial

projections of hapless expectancies

a curve ball, or hit to the head

takes away extended stays

observant surveillance,

becoming dead to challenges


a break…

hope?

a turn

spoke…


again, the wheel of misfortune turns

its health, its doubt, its cursed

its… probation


the ring of defeat

the tribes of deceit

all gather close now

time to…

never repeat


it’s death I seek, where

my one true groom breathes

the truth eternally

DETACHED, I FADE



detached, I fade

far flung from

my mortal body,

a walking corpse

dissociating

my distant mind

trying to pursue

yet, suspended

in time


a nowhere place,

a nonentity,

so bluntly numb

forcing snap-backs,

triggered whiplash

a crack, shielded

by hollowed shells

I fall

ETHEREAL EYES



I stand

veiled in the silence

tenderness

cloaked in tension

as your eyes rise

to judge me


I lie

open mouthed in the noise

of your broken beauty

shrouded in consequence

as your lower their guard

to accept me


I land

all tied up in chains

born from

warm embraced

sweet symphonies

to seduce me


I fly

into ethereal sky

with words

written across

your palms and heart

to free me

GHOST TRAINS



I feel surrounded

by their effigies,

punching out

ferry tickets,

refusing to

ignite the light

of distant 'piers'


my songs weep deep

while their ghost trains

shut up, then downtrack

HAMMERED



we had our brief adventures

with hammers and glass

smashing scenes from

specific filmed reels

or battering heads

on dashboards below

splattered windscreens


martyrs on the run

beaten, then opened,

ripened bruised plums


we had our ups and downs

fondling stripped canvas’

we had soaked in blood

recalling swirling

in lakes and rivers,

recoiling as torpedo’s

hit our vulnerable shallows

IN A COMIC STRIP WAY



I know the bottom

where roots meet soil

it is there, where

you will find no facts,

well not faces to fear,

you may consider

the epiphany

glazed or lacking

in philosophy

perhaps...


I know you lack space,

still I marvel, in

a comic strip way

the bubbles of

shocked speech

and fighting

observations


so let us just

proceed to use

the knife to enter,

not for carving

or dismember


shall we?

ITINERARY



a philosophical chronicle

recorded in your time,

please remember I take

notes, blue granite posts

written in the sublime


your travel itinerary

suited to our needs

JEHOVAH-ROPHI



Jehovah- Rophi

the Lord who heals


we all need healing

reflected in His name

the source and sustainer

of life itself


not just our bodies

temporarily

but spirits and souls

permanently



Purchase this book or download sample versions for your ebook reader.
(Pages 1-17 show above.)