Hello

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What do I sense
When I open my eyes
Every moment
Fresh surprise

How to reach
To touch to feel
How to keep
Connection real

What can be lost
Can also be found
In moments left
In being around


16th January 2020

Mud in the Water

Mud in the water

Water in the fields

Too many feelings

Paranoid or real

Man in the river

River over full

Too strong a current

Depth to the pool

22nd July 2019

Wishing Well

I can hear you thinking about it

Remembering 

Wishing things had been different here, then and there

I can see you playing around it

Imagining

Throwing what ifs and toys high and low through the air

I can feel you wishing your life away 

With only one foot on the ground

It is never the right time to disappear 

When you are lost you can be found

18th July 2019

Running Out

Slipping, sliding

Across the top

Edging, enticing

Towards the drop

Time to flourish

Then to stop

Pulling, straining

To be released

Never complaining

Biting the leash

Time to encourage

Then be at peace

12th July 2019

Missie

 

Defiant

Fierce ball of black brown fur

Quick of claw

Demanding

Attention draw

Fragile

Travelling companion

Mesmerising purr

Interrupting

Co-conspirator

 

29/5/18

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Spiral Theory

 

Coiled strings floating, darting, buzzing through whatever. 

A trail or two behind, a stretch or two in front. 

Miniscule, micro stardust speckles

Conscious, feeling and wondering for all that.

16/9/17

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Beast from the East

pink morning after
orange diggers
yellow teeth
chewing ground

blue grey patches
concrete ribbons
headlight white
scuttling around

Here and Now

Landscapes ahead

What do they look like

At the edge

Of the universe


If there is instead

Only this

Point in place

And nowness?


3/4/2019

What if?

What if – we are not moving?

Misperceiving, being misled

Space and time around us

Moves instead?

What if – there is something?

Too unknowable to have a name

Yet undeniable

All the same

What if – dreams can come true?

We can let each other be

Safely flourishing

Peacefully

What if – you are me?

We think, feel, touch and see

Interdependent

Utterly

19/5/19

Wild Furnace

 
 

Briefly dancing fire and flames

Midnight furnace wild desire

Curious, consuming

Igniting, fighting to inspire

18/4/19

For Aila

Eye lock

Tick tock

The clock

Starts running

Down or up

Depends on how

We choose

Our views

Dark eyes

Surprise

Tough hearts

Start melting

Liquid pools

In which to lose

And choose

New views

 

15/1/19

Big Word

Love is a big word

Too big to say

Too often

Too much to give away

Too lightly



Love is a big word

Big word

Big word

Love is a big word

Big word

Big word

Love is a big word




4/12/18

The Shuddering

Every ten minutes or so
Unsummoned
Not even accompanied by flares of thought
Whether in word or not

Just a physical reaction
Unprovoked
Other than by a steady accumulation of dust
Neglect, decay and rust


5/9/18

Starting over

Starting over
Re-becoming
Undercover
Mindscape combing

Then out there

Don't know where
or when or why
or how or what,
don't know when by
Don't know what's true
Have to trust what rings
Can't see through
dark envisionings

Starting over
Re-becoming
Undercover
Mindscape combing

Then out there

Shaky Egg

Heartbeat in the curve:-
"It's different when it's happening to you"
Shadow hands conduct, disturb
Unavoidable endings personal too

If you look for the helpers, you'll know there is hope*
If you look for the helpers, you'll know there is hope

You would rage in the pain
Call into the dark and out what is true
Justice and death are not the same
It feels different when its happening to you

If you look for the helpers, you'll know there is hope
If you look for the helpers, you'll know there is hope




(* Fred Rogers)

Ring

 

still worn

wrapping itself

like a worm

digging claws

through skin

and bone

and hanging on

a dotted line

to the ever after

*

just a tiny touch

five minutes out

of consciousness

enough to spark a fire

connection with

the source of all

our instinct

and desire

 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

Dad

 

While small bleeds seep inside your mind

Creeping stealth intent unkind

A thousand tears tear through my heart

My soul engaged and ripped apart

Your journey is not made alone

But isolation dark and grown

Knaws at your peace and stirs black fear

I am not able to stay near

They say this is not personal

They say we should be very proud 

They say to focus all our will

On appreciating time allowed

Sometimes you realise the game

Sometimes you shrug away the pain

Sometimes you want the clock to stop

Sometimes you smile and break me up

I want to celebrate your life

And tell you everything will be alright

I want to stroke away anxiety
And bring you restful, gentle days

They say this is not personal

They say we should be very proud 

They say to focus all our will

On appreciating time allowed


16/2/18

Living Happily

Just a moment here, another over there

Holding tight to light warm laughter

On and on love bubbles bounce

Now, before and ever after

October 2015

Sometimes

The whole world seems angry tonight
With justification
Stupidity, carelessness, cruelty, spite 
Inflamed indignation
Rising to the fight

Sometimes that's ok
Sometimes I just want it all to go away