Category Archives: Poetry

One Day Now

You ask

where ‘will you be this time next year‘

While I

look past your shoulder at some shiny thing

Your smile

says ‘I must be patient with her mind‘

I see

hummingbird contemplate a sip of nectar

Your look

repeats the question with another tone

I say

Yes I shall look here deep into my bowl

We know

All that will be is there to know

Going Under

A new reading of an old poem that insists upon returning to be revised and revoiced, one that drifts to silent depths, then resurfaces with a new albeit still melancholy melody.

This reading is for the Twitter Project known as #ReadMeSpeakMe, initiated in 2018 and borne of the endlessly creative mind belonging to @megwaf.

For Session 155, The Voices read my work with stellar interpretations and creative wonder. Here’s my own reading of the piece.

Thank you for listening. If you’re on Twitter, please seek out the other contributions to this and the other shining sessions featuring an array of international voices and their poetic works. ~f/M

Background Music: Blue in Green – Miles Davis

Angel Buddha Unicorn

While you are sleep dreaming
a trio of shadows alights in your room

You might hear their faint chorus
a distant melody deep sweet and low

What message their voices whisper
a calm symphony or euphonious hum

Gifts they leave for discovery
light passages welcome a new day

Lift your eyes toward ceiling at dawn
imagine there cloudless quiet skies

Three shadows meet in your window
looking in looking out through you

Telephone

Telephone
Out there in the woods
I see it through raindrops suspended

Armchair empty, waiting
Between wet fallen maple leaves
And sunlight
There beneath a canopy of cedar limb lace
I hear it ringing not without urgency
I pause and then I sprint
Who’s calling from where
And for whom
But I am slow motion

My breath a heavy sound
The ringer out of patience

Ageing Ungracefully

Who calls it Winter

Maybe not anyone

Maybe Winter ought be Wither

an unsettling in becoming undone

Through our adventure cycle we endure

So much unknown ready yet still unsure

We are not captains of our own journeys

until we’ve sailed far and long vast seas

Rejected perfection abandoned second looks

How fortunate the few among many

Who discover knowledge secreted in books

As vision grows blurred our steps grow slow

As thin petals yellow our music hums low

May your withering come easy

May your wisdom stay well hid

May your death pass swift and unexpected

like your brief illustrious lifetime did.

Sundown with Heron

Heron and me

Wind and sea

Space between us

Watcher and watcher watching

Am I alone here

Or part of a whole

Belonging is fleeting

Questions lift and fly

Melody of swash carries

Choirs from other shores

Night birds glide to clouds

I survey you surveying

Graceful hunter

Sky draws her shades

I choose a stone to throw

Refuge

in this way you find separation

paths familiar yet unmarked

wade into tall fragrant grasses

caresses soft as spring butterfly wings

nature’s choir harmonic tuning

humming from your chest

test your equilibrium

one leg raised for motion

hush your paradiddle heart

chin anointing clavicle

closed eyes filter morning’s sacred light

home home crescendo

sustain your hallelu

hold it close inhale inhabit

invest your all

linger with your knowing gaze

you may never feel

this ready

so alive again