Run
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.
Tag: writing
The mind field: navigating memory and experience while writing
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.
Beneath life itself: Tuning into the Current That runs Through Us All, The Current Moment
Perhaps the part of me that has something to say About grass And the broad expanse of ink black sky Sprinkled with stars An orange moon Surprisingly wonky Reminds me to breathe That life is more than pressure And bustle And hustle That people should really be told What I yell sometimes in my heart […]
A delightful lack of impact
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
Ten Thousand
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 […]
Groove
The best choices are never planned The road taken often looks like the wrong one If I even bothered to use a map anymore Which I don’t The seat of my pants Is wise I made it so By falling back on it so often Gravity is easy Habit divine The trick is choosing the […]
The last page
The voice is quiet Subtle No wonder I miss it so often My head is loud with habit And the things I already knew It’s easy to misconstrue Or mishear The quiet voice of my intuition saying Don’t go there, Not like that And all the other small ways it tries to guide me My […]
Circle back
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 […]
Cling
Fingertip By fingertip Hauling out of the ether I listen with only half an ear to the sounds of droplets plump with water Trickling down iron a laughing wet chuckle Slushing through the pipes Forming limpid lines Then dropping Plopping on concrete below Brief life over hardly born There are things that form Only to […]
An artful living
Why wouldn’t I create? We have this ability to make ourselves incredibly happy for hours With something that comes completely from within No outside person or thing required I pick up a slim black tipped pen Or a camera Or a notebook And write, click, paint, Walk out into nature Or drink deeply from my […]