Who am I? and WHO are you? Are we marching toward each other Or locked forever in embrace You fill my day ,when I feel your breath that lies within my soul awaiting my awakening Speaking soft tones of love not guilt my anxious mind glimpses the perfection in each dawn and we break through…
Category: Poetry
Breathe
Sit on my grave but don’t sit in sadness Swallow the light that pervades though the trees Watch as the nestling birds build their devotion To life and its dawning and setting at ease Rest for a moment and smile at my notions Breathe in the shadows when darkness is near Trade your regrets for…
Tides
Tides Faces clutching at the stars Hide from the moon It trails their mind to darkness Light melting through the night music to ignite or rock our cradled sleep of sadness © 6 months ago
Tripping
Oh, I was rather a happy chubby chanting child not wild School, fun, fashion romance all fell to place and I did chase the world Grabbed the planes and landed free where ere the air did take me The sun set on Arab and African plain the globe golden and sumptuous delight fueled joyous dusk…
Watching
Pakeha and Maori face each other Years before in time Each preen their feathers some stay aloof on waves of brine Echo their song- no dancing a sailors jig We’ll sling them in the brig or blast our muskets ‘Masters ‘sailed long ago from this southern shore and again today we meet each other some…
From the chrysalis of stoneage to fluttering hearts
Sheltered in caves the knaves ran the gauntlet of beasts and braved each morn to feed their young Muscled mighty beings crushed enemy and ravaged their queen would we have seen joy tenderness caressing in those days? When did mans heart tug and beat him to submission to pure love?’Evidence suggests’ a mothers make up…
wound
wound sleep has ‡ wounds ‡ you wake ‡ under the darkness ‡ the sound ‡ of a train ‡ broken ‡ along the line ‡ comes through ‡ the wound ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡ ‡‡ a bird picking at a star sydney 1999
Commune
I moved my lips to the letters you formed as you thought of me. I thought of your nails on the keys, the quick- tap syntax, word carnate on the screen; and I heard your feet tread the six hard steps down to me; the keys in your hand. 21/09/15
Forgive me for loving you.
Forgive me for loving you… Love is a coin spinning thru the air Heads or Tails my friends? Love or Fear? Both? The other side of Love is fear. Love is simply the absence of fear. This why relationships end – fear takes over and then their petty cousins gate crash resentment, guilt, animosity etc…
Hill Of Dreams
This hill is a dream space. Its roll is gentle and comforting, and it is barely a hill at all, a hummock curving from the flat. I look at it and sometimes expect it to move; to unfold, to dip and rise as a wave, an undulating blanket shaken out across the land. Only its…
Child’s Play
The children play in the sun and the old man watches His soft face fills with a smile: he is child again, running and splashing He brushes down his check shirt and leans forward to talk, his voice light and learned He talks of his life – the war years and farming…
Maternity
catch feelings fuse my mind in wonder spirit guide unwraps my heart pick a path to follow stars line the start here a maiden in a coffin there a monk sealed in his stone myths and monsters tomb and tome Lady shining in the theatre seals my hope and joy reveals all matter working to…