Shadows appear as the sun rises to light their dark form Delayed reality The thoughts were there before dawnFrom the time I woke upThey circledlike the crows I now observeBlack as pitchThey kettle boilCryingArk Ark ohhhI send my rumination to their wings“Take them flying” I singAnd the crowslaunch into the sky.The sun risesThe world tilts […]
Singing up the sunThey comeBlack and white birdsMonochrome coloursSinging mellifluous wordsThat I hear from beneath my covers
I sat alone utterly happy — because my passing thoughts are great company when I’m happy. And when I’m otherwise engaged, they’re the only company I can tolerate. — This isn’t a dark post — just a simple truth known to most writers. We are a thousand voices and memories, compressed into one fleeting, fragile […]
To rise before the sun, run before the day has begun. A poem that heeds the pull of instinct over materialism and, in doing so, aligns with integrity and finds freedom from everyday constraints.
This piece explores the voice behind the poet, the stitching of memory, and the anchor points that root us in a world that often slips past.
Nature reminds us that for all our thinking and striving, we have no conversation with our surroundings unless we pay attention, and even then, your wealth will not affect a spider
Whatever you work in this life Whatever you create with If you strive And give of yourself fiercely If you surrender to the art It will answer And its reply Will in turn create you The painter will be painted The musician will be played The sculptor will be moulded The writer will be written […]
Who are you at 3am Sitting on the front step Staring into the darkness Lit by thousands of stars Perhaps a full moon (But not together They are sort of a one or the other Shine The stars fade when the moon is bright) Who are you then? At 3am As you sip coffee and […]
The concentration that is When I focus to submit Is utter freedom. To create from the two Is to be split into a thousand different opinions Judgement rises from self First And turns like Ouroboros To consume my own art Until there is nothing left But a hungry mouth That is never fed For art […]
Out of my head and the thoughts that ensnare Away from the “net” Away from the “gram” Fall into place where the leaves shiver and the soles of the feet take in the warmth of the uneven earth beneath Textures that please the fingertips Drink in the energy that floats gold dust in the air […]
