Friday, September 19, 2014
haiku 15th September 2014
What are poems for?
Transmuting lives into feelings;
water into wine.
Sunrise, train, haiku;
running over together,
distances stand still.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
duality 17 July 2014
17 July 2014
You are the soft belly and bosom of the B,
I am the empty wreck of the W.
You are the lean power of the olympic L,
I am the hollowed out uterus of the H.
You are the nourishing apple of the A,
I am the indignant I.
You are the loving connection of the C,
I am the taut tension of the T.
You are the fighting cock of the K,
I am the everyday enabler of the E.
You are the soft belly and bosom of the B,
I am the empty wreck of the W.
You are the lean power of the olympic L,
I am the hollowed out uterus of the H.
You are the nourishing apple of the A,
I am the indignant I.
You are the loving connection of the C,
I am the taut tension of the T.
You are the fighting cock of the K,
I am the everyday enabler of the E.
wet haiku 17 July 2014
17 July 2014
my poems are the puddle
after the rainbow has gone,
no hint of glory.
my poems are the puddle
after the rainbow has gone,
no hint of glory.
never
november 2013
when we fell together
into that dark, sacred night
and woke in the bright light
of dawn
i knew,
knowing always,
that I was not enough.
So I caught my breath
and plunged further, and deeper,
let go and climbed steeper
into wilderness
i knew,
knowing always,
that I was not enough.
when we fell together
into that dark, sacred night
and woke in the bright light
of dawn
i knew,
knowing always,
that I was not enough.
So I caught my breath
and plunged further, and deeper,
let go and climbed steeper
into wilderness
i knew,
knowing always,
that I was not enough.
But I loved you, and I loved me,
and I loved us...
...and got lost.
And found that you always knew,
knowing always,
even in our darkest, brightest, deepest, highest moments
that I was never enough for you.
old song for love long gone
november 2013
I was the river
and you the sea
why did your tide never turn to me?
why did your tide never turn to me?
You were the sun
and I the tree
Oh why did I lift my heart to thee?
Oh why did I lift my heart to thee?
You were the cage
and I set myself free
Oh why do I wander so restlessly?
Oh why do I wander so restlessly?
I was the river
and you the sea
why did your tide never turn to me?
why did your tide never turn to me?
You were the sun
and I the tree
Oh why did I lift my heart to thee?
Oh why did I lift my heart to thee?
You were the cage
and I set myself free
Oh why do I wander so restlessly?
Oh why do I wander so restlessly?
Robin Williams RIP You are Loved and Missed
13-08-2014 after Robin Williams' death despite my best efforts not to sully his his profound passing with words, not to mark him with this pathetic offering of love and rage...
And the world is out of balance- more than 100 generations could shift-
and it has tipped us into war and grief.
Our brightest souls die
on the battlefield- unsurprised, innocent, betrayed.
The ones firing the bullets
don't notice- order us forward-
but we, comrades in arms,
are pierced to the core.
There is no rest, there is nowhere to go.
We move, like marauding ants- volunteers and conscripts alike-
blackening the earth
with our short lives.
Your death has unplugged
my heart- all hope, joy and grief
emptying me out.
And the world is out of balance- more than 100 generations could shift-
and it has tipped us into war and grief.
Our brightest souls die
on the battlefield- unsurprised, innocent, betrayed.
The ones firing the bullets
don't notice- order us forward-
but we, comrades in arms,
are pierced to the core.
There is no rest, there is nowhere to go.
We move, like marauding ants- volunteers and conscripts alike-
blackening the earth
with our short lives.
Your death has unplugged
my heart- all hope, joy and grief
emptying me out.
shadows
December 02 2013
When my inner man
is weak, or scared
I cry out
and you come-
from memory
from life
from outer systems
shadow-men
as dark as the falconer's hood,
as familiar as midnight,
you come
in every guise and form
powered by this one lack
filled over and over by
this gaping absence
hollow and devoid
you come
into my mind
to have your say
When my inner man
is weak, or scared
I cry out
and you come-
from memory
from life
from outer systems
shadow-men
as dark as the falconer's hood,
as familiar as midnight,
you come
in every guise and form
powered by this one lack
filled over and over by
this gaping absence
hollow and devoid
you come
into my mind
to have your say
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