There is a sadness personified
rubbing at my core,
that robs me of my harmony

and voids me of true peace
because of the way that others, are.

Therefore, I am grateful for THIS interlude
that awes me with it’s friendship,
and brings into my life, Light.

So, I readily welcome
it’s universal embodiment,

that keeps no task-log,
and knows no earthly bounds.
It has been often said

that a cold-hearted orb rules the shadows of the night,
and that daylight possesses the Universe’s grace;

O beautiful night

your black wings

extinguish the light

cloak me in darkness

paint my face in shade

for I am a shadow to life

existing on ash and soot

I am sustained in a void

covered in mother earth

my mask of horror is hidden,

but a full moon unveils my face

"Shall we dance" you ask me
"You never dance with us".
"I am already dancing, can't you see ?
I 'm a clockwork ballerina
spinning around myself,
I 'm a porcelain doll
rotating around the sun
in my white tutu
I dance
in my pink leotard
I swing
my wedding dress
spins
around the sun,
I age,
with every spin,
I 'm dying
every minute
rotating
every day
rotting
dancing
to the tune of Time
I fade

The afternoon curves round and over me
and birdsong comes from across the valley
or closer,
the birds harmonising
like Mingus or Charlie Parker;
the improv almost beyond following
and why bother?
there's no need
the birdsong, without trying is part of me
like a cough or a memory

of you my love.
I can't remember your voice or barely,
only your face on a video reminds me
of who you were, how we loved

Image of Sanctum..

I’m watching shadows play on
a window blind that hangs in
my room as the sun passes by.
There’s a woman about to kneel
at a fountain, speaking to a child
who’s going to cry.

Feeling no voyeuristic gaze
she gently speaks, comforting
the child with a voice softer than
down. She wipes two lonely tears
off her chubby rosy cheeks,
a smile slowly appears so
chasing off the frown.

womb to tomb

then a morn came
another zygote became….
a partner to produce many more

life so continued
as we basked in
sunrises and sunsets…
at a memorable distance

the birds did flee
there became a larger gap
between you and me
till one day,
neither you nor I could see
we were both at sea…

a distant horizon now beckoned me
come dear one now be one with glee,
I sailed along with the surf
there was no way to brave the turf

I shouldn’t be here
I am removed in everything,
see within the seed
of unknown origin

I am like a cherry blossom
blooming out of content,
a blood red orchid
persisting in fields
of white petals

after the burst into flower,
I regather the petals,
and see nothing like self

I am,
a wildflower
of unknown origin
flourishing out of context.

and in the pagoda
a lotus smiles

The first warm spring rain falls today
caught by leaves not quite unfurled
as gray clouds swiftly race their way
to other parts of this worn world
where rusty dust turns to red clay.
Wet wind sets maple seeds to spin
they helicopter to the ground
where water starts to build and then
forms puddles from which peepers sound
and washes pollen on its way
while blurring deer tracks on the ground.
It rinses winter's slate all clean
preparing for the summer's green

A street in Warsaw
Rush hour walkers
Moving with purpose
Unheeding, uncaring
Of those who are the street scene.

A father, a son, a flimsy table.
Portable. folding legs
Street vendors.
Millimetres from mindless pedestrian flow.
Large long impossibly delicate vases for sale
Too many for the table top
Pregnant with the potential
of shattering finality
Worthless shards on the walk below.

a flood of wind
has swept away
the idle horses

mares of night
wind whipped
and stirred

black tack
fast against the
warm blonde wood

whitecaps beyond the
stone cast beach
and safety beacons
a half mile flash
upon the horizon

Mirage words in
prevoked tickle
abreveations
rising

there is enough woe
lost to the tides of
histories lapping
like waves pounding
ideals
from an ache