I used to think I knew enough, ‘Lastly’ had a meaning I could feel. Success : I have to find it here myself, the kind seen only from a distance— how we smashed out golden from the shell, a snake from the egg of youth, between home and school, slipped out of the 1st skin…
Month: December 2016
Aeneas (sailing)
you like a fly glide across the still lake away from.. my shoes on the sand, arms flat, dead lumber; & you indolent, leant on the side, so cool, inside on fire, say nothing; & I, too dead to part my lips, to say your name, trace the lines…
‘What Remains Beyond Love’
“What do you know of love?” a mirror scoffed “Look at you, old and out of touch!” What indeed, does one know of love when foolishly measured by so much? Reflective smiles give nothing away Just those unseen heartbeats deafening all but one’s distant lover too far apart, for far too long Love…
This chink of light
This chink of Light Ah now I ‘ll open up a smile for you and tease your curling lips to lift and seek a pout of peace Infuse your minds eclipse Since hope is hovering o’er us at this sweet hour delight When children seek a wondrous star and lonely people spite all their loss…
If the sun had feelings…………..
You think you know it all……………….. Yet do you know if there’s ocasionally a moment When the sun prefers decline than shine? Like the man in the moon…… The sun, she can change her tune Day when the seconds run so dry and up in that sky, she taunts us to be done for the…
Siren Seas and Sand
Hearth rug holds no magic but look into the blaze and see An island floating in the ocean ,palm trees swaying in the breeze My hand ,trickles the sand as I tickle your imagination In anticipation of the sea foam flickering like embers on our knees Trade winds and the moons faze the tide we…
‘When the Matata Dams Burst’
(2005 Matata Debris Flow) How life can turn in a second split Felled logs, giant rocks riding silted floods of denial and acts of negligence, the sham Quarry sluicing is not to blame, they cry No evidence exists that there was a dam When 3 forty year old debris…
Would You?
I am a Camellia bud, Who bows down to the railway Would you come to see me by train? Or Would you walk to me?
reverberations
My youth is gone from me. I might strike some lucky stone (who knows), random kicks along the mile-long road by my old school. I learned there to choose to choose over you, and you… anything but this piss-pot of a room, uniform desk and chair; two-hundred boys in the same… clothes: in two…
from Sandy Room #2
8 I hear footsteps and the blood begins to listen, the scrunch of boots on sand on concrete steps: coarse bristles crisp rusking on the steps… I swam here two seasons before the tremendous surge the summer, swore I’d wear my {~} more than I had been, habitat of work and that amazing pride a…
In a Church
In the sigh of frescoes immortal eyes unhinge. It’s you, me and the old moving air that flees in tasted gust to the walls and keels in a pirouette. Intervals are rent for the choir when all dust is met with the roof as they sing and they sing or when the…
‘Learning to Become a Wave’
(Tiri Tiri Matangi Island ~ My Lighthouse Home as it was) Rounded rocks glisten with each lap, lap, lap of small splashes learning to become waves On the western side of my island home great life is born to play In a magical place that holds the essence of many souls Whispering to…