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Beginnings and Endings

At the close of each year

I like to reflect upon all

to note what it is I might have learned

before releasing the past forever to

the freedom of prevailing winds

Then I inhale deep and smile

my gaze upon the new year’s opening sky

anticipating the fledgling wonders

unfolding like a boardwalk through

the forest light of future exploring

Endings and Beginnings

Silences between

Gratitude for every moment

Every song and every scene🪶

Is There No Perfection

Who is there to ask

for definitions not yet discovered

A lonely imagination

pausing to look out upon darkest night

What layers comprise

perfection in form or grace or sound

Spirit of winter

Instruments built from ice of frozen lakes

cut from their melancholy depths

Are there screams

echoing from the drawings to surface

Is there acquiescence

breathless upon a reluctant entrance

And why forever

is it never quite good enough to placate

Our perpetual longing

like Alcyon waiting for Ceyx

Pausing for Breath

Sit on that bench awhile

Look up at that sky

Listen to the birds call

Imagine what they talk about

Early one morning when you’re feeling glad

Grateful just to be still around

Lace up your boots and start walking

Up around the corner

Climb some hill

Take that stick waiting

There among the ferns

Grip it like a sheep herder

Like some old woman or man

Yes, keep on moving

But pause for breath too

There is time enough for everything

If you value the precious in 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.

Art

Why should I want to contain you

Place your beauty within this cage in this frame

For is not arresting all at the essence of Art

Fragrance of imperfect freedom

An unleashing

Flight from confinement

Escape from ordinary

Exploration of sensescapes no corporeal beings roam

Wings

Logic and deduction and evidence and explanation

Too loaded to follow

A bridge deconstructed an outline made of squint

Lace and velvet satin and flowers rivulets of sky in an ocean of dream

Scenes of an unscene

Can I slip into my/your/our centre in secret moments

Touch your raw naked pulse

Feel

What it is to know truth at the intersection

Where imperfect breath and depth of life exchange promises

Without uttering a sound

But a shift

Caught drifting soft past

A presence

Something there

Pages from a Three Quarter Life

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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