Moment

Moment spins

candy colour,

 

painted dawn:

 

life is spawned:

an algorithm

 

of ‘’want’’

 

dark striated

river, never lies:

 

today a breath

hint of gold,

 

warm breeze

caresses field

 

blows the spring

back to me.

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Maybe

Maybe tomorrow

there’ll be

 

more ‘’life’’ in me.

 

Like the moth

who aches all winter

 

craving heat,

battering my window

 

for release:

 

although the ice

has formed

 

thin crystals on

my heart,

 

maybe the sea

will wash away

 

all weariness,

the swish of tide

 

beneath my feet

will turn to spring flood

 

a new year

a new form.

 

 

 

You are love

You are love:

the earth’s coil

 

swallow’s flight,

a shooting star

 

on moonlit night.

 

You are love:

your heart

 

a pumping core

a molten message

 

from the Gods:

a butterfly

 

the colour of

a baby’s cry

 

a well so deep

you cannot see.

 

You are love:

open wide

 

your inner eye &

let the blind man

 

live.

 

Mystic

Frost draws

tree leaf

 

empty sky

glows bright

 

apocalypse

sunrise.

 

Venus fades

from view

 

robin mutters

squirrels fly

 

why can’t I

why can’t I?

 

I follow

in my dream

 

leap from chasm

to living stream

 

I’m spirit

seeking spirit

 

let me in

just let me in.

 

Snow crystals

cling:  each one

 

separate:

as fragile as

 

this breath

 

I’m breathing

out,  you’re

 

breathing in.

 

Gloam

We wake to

twilight

 

in this winter

world:

 

trees lie broken

by the storm

 

snow in melted

pockets

 

here Angels

forget to sing.

 

My dreams are

filled with plot lines

 

heroes’ songs,

a life perfected

 

in my head

to fall onto

 

an empty page

succour this barren

 

limbo

 

We wake to

twilight, trapped

 

in winter’s thrall

land is crisp

 

with hoar frost

& the neighbours

 

stove roars

like dragons.

 

Yet Iris peek

upon my table top

 

& promise

resurrection.

Friday 13th

moon-snow

 

Full moon roars

her winter storm

 

white powder

cleaves to eave

 

liquid crystallised

as stone

 

& the land moans

primeval fear.

 

Friday 13th

a witch’s brew

 

ice & grit

life’s bones:

 

fox drops trace

on frozen path

 

sky’s glaring eye

a portent of rebirth

 

I pack a suitcase

for new dawn

 

& wait spring’s thaw.

Remaining

We are the remaining

these walls bear witness

 

free fall of time

hangs on my shoulder

 

but I am laughing

at it now.

 

I won’t forget to remember

the lightning & the tears

 

all the love you brought me

this room this place.

 

Parrots fly across

shifting sky, the children

 

grown now, how could it be

we got so old although

 

my body still lies.

 

There’s freedom

in the morning

 

sunshine in the breeze.

 

What is it time

has taught me?

 

Life is hard &

love ain’t easy

 

I am the remaining

these walls bear witness

 

to my years.