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The Blank

My ordinary took control again

The brilliant other bowed out lame

She made promises with no follow through

But ordinary invoked the wither voice

Babbling into ears deafened by distraught

It doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter

I’m just not so ready as I thought

It was a sunshine kind of day

Full moon already a past significant

I pedalled past all the slackened faces

I took my tears to the leaning garden

I spoke platitudes into summer winds

I lit a white candle

I sat looking at the blank

I set the spin to random play

I slow danced your life into the where away

I looked at your smiling photograph

I thought of stupid things made you laugh

All the early secrets only you know

It’s alright to let it go let it all go

Today I saw a light through cirrus clouds

I waved as it could be your flight

I put two sweaters on this morning

It’s colder now

There’s a bird calling urgent from the cedars

Everything is almost the same as yesterday

I’m holding on to be here now philosophy

Step one two nothing else will do

New rain is falling

I like the sound

You ended every conversation in I love you

I think I might somehow better understand

When time means your meter’s tapping out

You’ve earned the gift of clarity

We sow our seeds

We sort our weeds

We arrive

And we move on

Purposeful Purposeless

Go to the beach. Go to the part where nobody lingers. The heron is watching. Seagulls survey. There’s the smell of saltwater. Seaweed tangled among stones. Fragments of shells. Half crabs. Splinters of sunwashed bone. Hear the song of the waves drifting out drifting in. Redwinged Blackbird calls from undercover of wild roses.

Driftwood messengers

Heartbeat rhythm on the wind

Shifts of time

Navigation

clarity

contemplate your resurrection path

winds are strong today

avert the fragile makers

empty vessels travel weightless

anchors having all rusted away

your hair obscures your view

yet you see what needs be seen

a blurring

a sign

a single thread

soft speaking from the edge of

a craggy cliff

a hem of your old sweatshirt

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.

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