Interior Weather
The cloud was like a dragon It terrified me I flipped it into a flower And now I am free Thoughts come and go We don’t have to construe We can let them be clouds And allow them to move Freely
Tag: poetry
The Ant Carries Ahead
The small ant struggles beneath the carcasses of crumb it carries I can barely see it’s tiny legs beneath Relentlessly it marches The crumb sways I hold my breath in sympathy And I feel like that is Christmas this year All the plans Preparations The heavy burden it turns into “Drop it, it’s not worth […]
Boundary
Not everyone gets to walk the inner tracks. The ones lined with wild things and deep knowing. Some come heavy-footed, uninvited but familiar, saying they love you while quietly building fences around your light. Let them go. Even if their words are soft. Even if their history is tangled with yours. This ground is sacred. […]
Prayers aloft
And isn’t adoring the Brolga As it flies In the painted porcelain sky Just another form of praying
Nitrogen
The search for peace Is a long hard road Chasms of exhaustion Mountains That touch the sky Walk Pffft, rather trudge, their ranges If you dare Striving to ascertain the intangible high Of peace Certainty But up a mountainside in my mind one day There was a window in the rock I peered through And […]
Bolts from above
Struck by lightening in the middle of a field Drowned in a dam Hit by a car Tree falls Leaving a scar Where a human has been We cling precariously To fate Avoiding at all costs Our use by date And all the while Death smiles gently Shakes its head And whispers You really could […]
Obliterating
There is an energy to a weighted word I should remember this Instead they came out of my mouth like water from a tap No drip All gush flurry and noise Things that made no sense Yet they landed light and cheery Floated away to the tree Fell like a leaf They carried no meaning […]
The internal church
Inside the cathedral of self Where stained glass Casts patterns on the floor I breathe in reverence and sit In bombed out pews Where tabernacle shines radiant in the ventricles of the heart The roof is a blue sky open to the birds and Tumbled bricks and stone Form a foot rest My spiritual home […]
An Italian poet
La pioggia stilla The rain drips|trickles … La pioggia scivola The rain slides|glides … La pioggia cade lieve The rain falls softly …. La pioggia sussurra The rain whispers … La pioggia sussurra alla finestra The rain whispers at the window Ahhhhh Vivi nella bellezza Live in beauty … I’m learning Italian. My mind is […]
Multitudes
The words that slip past Through The unguarded moment Truth? Or just murmurings of another face That dwells within. I contain multitudes But which one is speaking? *This morning it is the writer, yesterday it was the business woman, sometimes it would seem like a fool when I am chattering to my six month old […]