Sun after long days of rain and I
stood close to pots overflowing with new open blossoms
Admiring
But the shapes scattered across the steps were what I photographed
Wondering how these pieces fit together
Puzzle
Category Archives: Poetry
Gratitude
Big sky
Serenity clouds
Moments of still
Eagle content
This quiet watching
Canada Day
Arriving Almost Ready
I tune to the sound of wings
Hummingbird suckling geranium in sunlight
I do not like this book I am reading
Grateful for content that distracts
I am sitting in an uncomfortable chair
Obscured by holly leaves
This morning augmented with sculpted sacred stand ins
I dreamed last night of returning
Red flannel shirt faded jeans brown laces ankle boots
I pushed my desk inside lines
Conformity or belonging
A woman’s forever home now inhabited by strangers
I saw old hazel eyes as we were children
Singing the same song
John Lee’s Boom Boom
Right melody wrong lyric
Inhale rhythm resist lure
I am sitting still looking
Metres from maybe inches
I plant these red ones for her
Favourites
She mapped a meticulous design
Imagination Manifest these shapes
I arrive as if for a benefit
She falls from a ladder
Over there where the concrete is so unforgiving
I yield no sadness yet water flows free from these eyes
Presence is
I begin to understand
Or succumb
Krishnamurti on education
A Christening
Watchful watching watcher
The Flood
Once there was
Absence
Now screens rain
Abundance
What will become
of these rivers
whose content spills
Flooding every field
With Poetry?
Stairway
Eight steps to drifting
No return no ticket home
Give in to the sky
When Death Comes
8 Pandemic Poems
Wall Messengers
No conversations
Villagers have all gone home
Walls whisper hello
Have I Noticed
Offerings of kindness
Rising in many voices
A choir of improvised repertoire
Without a director mouthing
Cues or wielding a baton
Movements of compassion
Calls for vigils of the voiceless
Sufferers hidden or locked away
Unimportant stragglers occupying
Shadowy edges of humanity
Fields of creativity
Undulating without want of rest
Collaborations across borders
Unheard of and unknown linking minds
With restlessly famous
Nests of hummingbirds
Barely larger than fairytale thimbles
Revealed as unexpected gifts
These hours and days of altered stasis
Toss madness with solitude’s clarity and wonder
I Tried but Could Not Yet
I tried but I cannot yet do what must be done
Write a simple sonnet the friendly man says
Begin right after I read you this one
Maybe I haven’t yet worked hard enough
He seems so sure I’ll find the flow
Write about flowers or write about the blues
Write fourteen lines about buying new red shoes
Write a simple sonnet the friendly man says
Soon as you do you’ll be slipping into some silver sonic address
Reciting Dante while riding a horse called Volta
Through some echoing ancient forest
Next to Prosodic Avenue
I’ll be waiting for you.
