How small are we how
quiet at the core in grief
when we have known love
Absence
Tag Archives: life
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.
Catching Wisdom
You must be shoeless
to feel stepping stones
You must be quiet
to hear songs of ancient bones
You must be ready
to catch a star
when it arrives midday
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
Fragility
itchi-go itchi-e
these present moments
precious fleeting
as are we
On This Shore
It’s 2018:
Life remains imperfect
but it remains
Limit The News
Screen poison Points of View
Forgive when you can
And, oh yeah, live with Gratitude
More
More Art, less
More Music, less
More Love, less
More Laughter, less
More Generosity, less
More Compassion, less
More Understanding, less
More Curiosity, less
More Peace, less
More Cooperation, less
More Kindness, less
More Listening, less
More Gratitude, less
More Respect, less
More Friendship, less
More Hope, less
More Consideration, less
More Joy, less
More Courage, less
More Welcoming,
More Light, less
More Discourse, less
More Truth, less
More Life, less
More Sharing, less
More Hello, less…
Mapping
Building cairns out of stones and leaves
and bits of trees forest sea debris
everywhere I go I leave a print a hint
shred or shadow a little piece of me
i may have said once long ago invisible
is the one and only honest way to be
but i must have left a door ajar
perceptions change I’ve travelled far
what i feel is real is it’s alright if when
my time is past a stranger or almost friend
finds among fragments along life’s path
remembrance of the presence i once wore
Pages from a Three Quarter Life
Let us talk of death
for that’s what’s on our minds
We can talk of all the details
examine all the different kinds
It’s on our minds
It’s on our minds
Let us talk of loneliness
what happens in between
We can revisit all the sorrow
tell each other what it means
To be alone
To be alone
Let us talk of possibility
what we meant to do or say
We can talk of all the little things
that got into our way
We really cared
We really cared
Let us talk of all the changes
how different we will be
We can write all our ideas
in a special book of reverie
So we can read
So we can read
Let us talk of love again
and what we think it means
We can talk of human theories
following our dreams
When we agree
When we agree
Let us talk of death
for that’s what’s on our minds
We can reminisce the good times
rewrite replay rewind
We’re out of time
We’re out of time
Valentine’s Day
O Valentine’s Day
can mean so many things
roses and diamond rings
love pledges in the sky
romanty cards a sweet caress
how to say I love you best
hearts swell with prompt and sway
For me, it’s just my birthday
if I’m still here for this one
then Valentine’s Day must be
one perfectly magical gift of a day
in every conceivable way
and yeah, I’m glad to share it
with you.
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