Grey on grey

 

I wake to winter’s melancholy

palette, grey on grey it’s

blowing on this febrile breeze

 

seeping through my bones

limiting movement

turning me to stone:

 

‘’& what of love?’’…..You say.

 

I’m the other side

of midnight sifting through

my warrior bones…

 

‘’& what of love?’’ You say.

 

I have no answer

to the play of midnight

on bare branch

 

can only shrug & turn away

waiting for the stars

to hold us close again

 

waiting for the stars

to blind us.

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Red

 

Red sky morning:

you call to talk of death

I have no pass

 

to the eternal.

 

We light bulb solutions

of dissolution: I dredge the past

for living slime

 

find none.

 

Mystics chime with

incandescence, but I fear

cascade of crashed synapse

 

misfired neuron.

 

We stutter with the silence;

all we ever have is now,

this crystal morning.

 

All we ever have is ‘’now’’

& our memories.

Where love might mark us

 

fitting.

Gemini moon

 

Full moon through trees

& the darkness robes

me in its stealth.

 

Why does the owl

still cry? Its mate

has fled to other fields.

 

Full moon over trees

& you in shadow over sea

disengaged from becoming.

 

Wrong time, wrong place

breath hovers over lips

that have kissed

 

too many others.

 

Finished waiting……

he wants me, I want peace

who knows

 

what you might want

do you?

 

Time is running out

as I am running

towards, away

 

who knows?  Again I

ask, I watch, I pray :

 

For paradise surely

beckons.

Winter

Golden sky

white gold

 

the land is dead

sleeping beneath

 

autumn’s crown;

bare trees beyond

 

the Norman church

look down @ dusty grave.

 

A swallow’s flight

the lonely owl

 

the badger & the hedge pig

curl in hibernating nest.

 

Golden sky, old gold

& you & I

 

stumble towards

the musty earth

 

to dream to sleep

to lie forever

 

 

in earth’s closed

treasure chest

 

of bone.

 

 

Sunrise

 

Sunrise here, you sleep

five thousand miles of sea

 

of life, of memory divide:

 

I used to think

I need….

 

But now I understand

I hold all in my hand

 

this living beating earth

this air I breathe.

 

Sunrise here & over there

you dream

 

each night we talk of

life & love……..

 

I used to think

I need

 

but now the pieces of myself

are nestled in my hand;

 

that little girl, that

grieving whorl

 

the centuries of pain,

are mine & mine alone

 

for now I know I’ll be

the best that I can be,

 

to live again

to watch the spin

 

of earth & sunrise

through the trees

 

is all I really need

for living.

 

 

Voices

It’s always midnight

when you call

 

across a sea of

rootless green

 

the stars unfold

a moment lies between

 

a gap in breath

pulsating gene

 

of who we are.

 

I hear your voice

but then it’s gone

 

a whisper in these

leafless trees

 

a memory of

‘’might have been’’.

 

It’s always midnight

when you call:

 

reach out for something

unperceived

 

could this be love?

 

Or is it just another rhyme

that’s destined to repeat?

 

Our battered hearts are

held with twine

 

we have no reason

to believe.

 

It’s midnight when

you call

 

& for these moments

out of time

 

we talk of love & hope,

unravel the divine

 

held immobile in the

rise & fall of ocean, planet,

 

& the thought that love

has come to find us

 

one last time

before we fall.

Tea cloud

 

 

Rain cloud in my tea

sky horizon blue.

 

Condensation clogs

trees bathed in dawn’s soft glow

 

I learn to breathe

each moment’s epiphany.

 

Rain cloud in my tea

mixed with thick black ink

 

words paint  empty page

& this is all I have,

 

a freedom to believe.

 

Rose crystal on the sill

pumping beating rhyme

 

Rain cloud in my tea

will you breathe with me.?