Between grey waters
where heavy matters pass through
Our home on a ledge
Ledge
Category Archives: Poetry
Man Without A Face
There is a man without a face
I saw his portrait on a wall today
His hair is black and all in place
Don’t know his name
Don’t know his trade
Don’t know the reasons for his fate
I think a lot about him
Wonder how it feels to vanish with no trace
What it’s like to be a man without a face
Cap Signs
Walking, I sometimes see
Objects sparkle
Objects calling to me
Yes, I know about desire
Danger danger verywhere
Still, conscious of potential
I stoop, I reach
I take a closer look
There are messages in odd places
Walking, I sometimes take
Slip a stone inside my pocket or
Prop a cap up on a bridge
Over this murky brook
For you to find sometime.
Frame
Photo tilts left
in the room of messy flowers
Light splashes shadows
these old silenced walls
Rest your head
for an evening
Lay it down, you wandering traveler
Everything yearned for lives
out of reach but still in sight
Boots on at dawn
Turning page, young seeker
Toss those maps over the ledge
Step one, you are ready
eyes bright with colour
Black and white was just a crack
drawing you in
Your beginning
Then
Look up, you said
sky is changing
Causeway deserted
signal bird calls
This way,
higher.
The Bay
On this cool mystery morning
on a rise after the rain
Might be you’re the last one standing
soundless these moments remain
Forest life force bounty
breathe in take a full step in view
Mother Earth songs calling
let their melody rest within you
Terrace
After long absence I return
to this terrace
Softness drips from last night’s rain
Birdsong rises from cedars and red maples
Wind sings praise to the floating world
I sit again among fat brown spiders
Still afraid
but it is they who knew me first
The Crowd
The crowd is
the crowd
You’re either in
or you’re out
The crowd is
always the crowd.
Walls
No scenery
out this window
No inspiration
planned for me
No green
No blue
No sunrise or stars
No midnight moon view
No windsong gently swaying
between leaves of tall trees
Ah but I can still find beauty
in the quiet lay of these red bricks
I can imagine
careful hands that set them here
I can count them
I can find marks unique in each one
I can watch shadows for hours
as days and seasons pass
And I can find light
shining back from my Wall
clear through my window
straight into me.
Step Out
I open my front door
to cool of mist morning
What solace this quiet scene
One step in
One step out
This is the place where I pause
Hover between
