Yesterday

Yesterday is written down
Kept for posterity
From Today
True is tarnished
Its ink corroded
A metallic presentation of a past
Controlled records hide fact
With convenient truth
The RAM is corrupted
And the memory is lost
Degraded…

Martin Addison: 28/11/2019

Tomorrow

Tomorrow is…
Of that there may be doubt
Oh!, the Crows argue its significance
yet fly from its certainty
for tomorrow is a matter of debate
future lacks substance
unless televised in advance
Time’s arrow diverted and dispelled
As matter dissolves
into tomorrow
and ends
Full Stop…

 

Martin Addison 23/11/2019

Tiaga

Eternal winter cloaks the land

Trees bow and creak

Under its heavy skies

And wind moans

Beneath a bitter Sun

 

Rocks shivered to rubble

Crunch beneath careful step

And twigs crack like pistol shots

In spiteful revenge

Acknowledging a passage

Where Footprints once distinct

Disappear under fresh blown snow

 

The Deer hide in plain-sight

their calls seeking love

Mournful in the solitude

And Lynx passes unseen

Ghostly grey in a haunted land

Poem – Martin Addison, 18/11/2019; Screenshots from The Hunter – Call of the Wild, Medved Tiaga Reserve