Tag 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

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

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.

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

Bench

Hurry your eloquent passion

Time slicing devisor of measures

Breathing’s an act of deliberate intention

Dancers like you touching ground

Leave no trace evidence for eyes

Resting comes soon with practice

A bench to contemplate grace

Warmed by hours in afternoon sunlight

Twilight arrives with patient treasure

Gathered from days of the world