A Poem: Climb

Climb the hill. Burdens are inclined to settle, find spots to rest on shoulders. And baggage has a penchant for backs causing us gradually to stoop, until to lift the head to see the hill is work. Climb the bank. Just one step, then two. When you’re climbing, looking up is seeing right in front. … More A Poem: Climb

A Poem: Pink

I didn’t know I was pink, or blue with a soft coral edge. I didn’t know the world and I could change colour according to the sky. Perhaps it’s the trees with their red tips lit. But tonight the world exhaled as lovers collapsing into quilts. And softened as a babe replete at the breast. … More A Poem: Pink

A Poem: To Fall

To fall is human, and to err a part of life. How the sun rises to then be obscured by cloud, that it might almost appear to be offset from course. Yes, we do not know when we might walking, all of a sudden trip. Like the sun leaving too soon. But it’s always a … More A Poem: To Fall

A Poem: Waking

I woke up today and it was like none of it mattered. The ghosts keeping me from sleep. The thoughts, that yesterday had seemed to have taken root, now have flown. And the mist come in, that all I can see are trees rising up, as though from the sea. And everything else has shed … More A Poem: Waking

A Poem: Consecrated

I opened the news today and thought, ‘what do I do with this?’ These stories hard to digest for being true. ‘What!’, and ‘why?’ and ‘how?’ – all question defying answers yet hanging in the air faintly as lost souls. I opened the news today, and found it wet with ink dripping, and dark red … More A Poem: Consecrated

A Poem: Half

When I walk I am half me at that, less even. My eyes look straight ahead, no hindsight. The past mostly a blank, apart from imagination. But when I walk I feel a memory through my ankles, not of shape so much as sense, like rising mist from which I step, not entirely myself – … More A Poem: Half

A Poem: Questions

Why the hurry, and the angst? The questions making tracks to circle upon themselves. What is not complete, answered, clarified, will in a flash too quick for thought be understood. The pieces that now exist separate in pockets and drawers with ill-fitting edges, that they have no partners, will find their place without our help, … More A Poem: Questions

A Poem: Back

You took me back. Back with your love. Back until there was no space between us. Back, back a thousand million years, and counting. Back falling in time, wind in my ears, from the cross, to the garden. To a garden where we walk like the world is new and fresh, untainted yet by the … More A Poem: Back