It’s stronger in the night, in the day something else takes over, something more reasonable that knows what must be done for everything and everyone else, but not for me. When I sleep I am newborn, powerless to my Soul, and though ravished and ravaged by turn, my heart knows no fear.
Category Archives: Poems
Flight
A family of pigeons have made their home on our roof. I watch them from the garden as they fly off in great arcs and return. Somewhere deep down inside I know how to do that, how to fly. I don’t mean that I can imagine it, I mean that I remember it, it’sContinue reading “Flight”
Weather Report
Yesterday was hot, in the evening the sunset was the most spectacular I have ever seen around here and this morning the dawn was beautiful. They say that today is going to be even hotter. Inside my breathing is slow and easy and the ocean is calm. The breeze doesn’t stop at my face,Continue reading “Weather Report”
Forgiveness
I thought that after I had forgiven myself I would fill with love, light or compassion but I didn’t, I filled with emptiness, and all I saw was a hand smoothing a blank sheet of paper on which I could write anew.
Death
It was so quiet in the garden this morning, then the silence was broken by the distant sound of someone gunning a powerful motorcycle through the empty streets. I know how good that feels, I used to be a biker myself, but this morning it sounded like the howl of a dying planet.
One Day
One day all this will be gone, you, me, the buildings, the bridges, the paintings, the books and the poetry, it will all be just another seam, compressed deep down in the earth’s crust. Whatever beautiful life forms inhabit the planet then will have long since adapted to whatever we have left behind. As forContinue reading “One Day”
The Way
In how many footsteps do I follow? This path, this human path is worn so deep you would think it impossible to stray but so many of us do. I for one. Perhaps by doing so we make the path a little wider for those who come after, or perhaps we are just fools.Continue reading “The Way”
Stonehenge
The houses around my gardenreflect sound, the soundof distant traffic and trains,the sound of aircraft overhead,especially when they are silent themselvesand the people in them are still asleep. They reflect light too,moonlight, starlight andthe light of the rising sun. Each spring the lightof the late afternoon suncatches the window of a housesomeContinue reading “Stonehenge”
Literate
I read the poets, they spoke to my heart, not my every day heart, my deep heart, the one down by the dark river. Then one day, for just a moment I felt the angel of peace settle on my aching shoulders. I wrote down what happened and when I read it I foundContinue reading “Literate”
Today
Out here in the garden this morning it’s dark, misty and quiet, just the sound of the trains and the traffic in the distance, nearby, the cry of a raven. All around me I can hear the leaves of the ash tree falling a golden rain, a golden carpet soft under my feet, andContinue reading “Today”