Struggling to find a reason why
Lost on some mountainside
You can have too much of beauty
It devastates the fragile soul
Such daunting magnificence
Where do I go with such beauty?
In Meditation
Clouds drift together with the incoming tide
the sky and sea in harmony
I drift in stillness
listening
to the gulls sharp sound
as it rises
on the wind
The Sea
And the light falls like a silver cloth upon the sea
And I would take your hand and we would swim
Out into the deepest blue of the sea
And the waves would takes us slow
And we would smile and let go
Of all the wounds that binds us low
And be set free
Skin Deep
In this room beneath the heart beat
Sea green sea room
Rocks me sway me but I cannot sleep
At last the night has fallen
the memory of sea and sky and painted houses
So far away
And What of Me
I am an unexploded volcano
Solid enough, in fleshly terms,
A collection of material that has a centre,
Full of heat in the core of me.
Blood and muscle
Tissue and Vein
Bone and atom
An energy
Blocked and flowing
Heated and cooled
Damp and clinging
Fast and breathtaking.
Beating a rhythm that is mine alone.
The Ship Set Sail
I cannot count how many times I have prepared the ship,
gathered together my supplies,
set my sights on distant islands and then
at the last moment of setting sail
I find that I cannot move.
am landlocked, my feet are of clay,
LIke a tree my roots cling to the dark soil and mud of the earth
and I am set solid in the ground.
I sow more seeds, water them with the tears of frustration
that grow wild and tangled
branches that go this way and that
I reach out and up toward the heavens,
my body caressed by the wind, the sun and rain.
I hurt so much,
a fierce sweet pain.
Yet I know it is how it has to be
and that it will pass.
The Surgery
Red blanket
sun browned skin
breasts exposed
electrodes surround my heart
lying on the sterile white paper bed
a single escaped tear drop burns my skin
It's only then the diagnose becomes clear
I am heart broken
Aphrodite
On A wet and windy afternoon
I think of Aphrodite’s Shrine
Imagining the sensual delights
Of sun and light and balmy nights.
And wonder if I close my eyes
I could transport myself to another time
Of Love
The journey home
after a night with friends
travelling the back roads the car lights dimmed
so we could ride
by the light of the moon
the silence between us
no words spoken
a secret longing bound us together
but never to be
An unexpected
kiss of his lips
filled with a passion
that I did not understand
but that sent my insides churning
oh the pain of love
Early Morning Meditation
Folded over logs, a dog bone, bird splattered , beached
Tree trunks, charred, carved, sculpted by sea and fire, buried in the sand
reaching for the sky
Mist of grey, shadowy outlines of ships and cranes,
Spheres of electric light left over from the night
A wind that is creeping low along the ground dipping and weaving
Birds hiccuping
Unravelled ropes of rust and blue swing aimlessly from the dead branch of a tree
The tree leans forward graceful despite its mutilations from the elements of time,
wind struck baring its bones, a canopy of brittle black branches high above my head
The ducks are gathering, conversing in that questioning way
The gulls pick up the thread and on a high note their sound fills the air
My toes are cold, encased in wellington boots
The rain starts to fall
Lost on some mountainside
You can have too much of beauty
It devastates the fragile soul
Such daunting magnificence
Where do I go with such beauty?
In Meditation
Clouds drift together with the incoming tide
the sky and sea in harmony
I drift in stillness
listening
to the gulls sharp sound
as it rises
on the wind
The Sea
And the light falls like a silver cloth upon the sea
And I would take your hand and we would swim
Out into the deepest blue of the sea
And the waves would takes us slow
And we would smile and let go
Of all the wounds that binds us low
And be set free
Skin Deep
In this room beneath the heart beat
Sea green sea room
Rocks me sway me but I cannot sleep
At last the night has fallen
the memory of sea and sky and painted houses
So far away
And What of Me
I am an unexploded volcano
Solid enough, in fleshly terms,
A collection of material that has a centre,
Full of heat in the core of me.
Blood and muscle
Tissue and Vein
Bone and atom
An energy
Blocked and flowing
Heated and cooled
Damp and clinging
Fast and breathtaking.
Beating a rhythm that is mine alone.
The Ship Set Sail
I cannot count how many times I have prepared the ship,
gathered together my supplies,
set my sights on distant islands and then
at the last moment of setting sail
I find that I cannot move.
am landlocked, my feet are of clay,
LIke a tree my roots cling to the dark soil and mud of the earth
and I am set solid in the ground.
I sow more seeds, water them with the tears of frustration
that grow wild and tangled
branches that go this way and that
I reach out and up toward the heavens,
my body caressed by the wind, the sun and rain.
I hurt so much,
a fierce sweet pain.
Yet I know it is how it has to be
and that it will pass.
The Surgery
Red blanket
sun browned skin
breasts exposed
electrodes surround my heart
lying on the sterile white paper bed
a single escaped tear drop burns my skin
It's only then the diagnose becomes clear
I am heart broken
Aphrodite
On A wet and windy afternoon
I think of Aphrodite’s Shrine
Imagining the sensual delights
Of sun and light and balmy nights.
And wonder if I close my eyes
I could transport myself to another time
Of Love
The journey home
after a night with friends
travelling the back roads the car lights dimmed
so we could ride
by the light of the moon
the silence between us
no words spoken
a secret longing bound us together
but never to be
An unexpected
kiss of his lips
filled with a passion
that I did not understand
but that sent my insides churning
oh the pain of love
Early Morning Meditation
Folded over logs, a dog bone, bird splattered , beached
Tree trunks, charred, carved, sculpted by sea and fire, buried in the sand
reaching for the sky
Mist of grey, shadowy outlines of ships and cranes,
Spheres of electric light left over from the night
A wind that is creeping low along the ground dipping and weaving
Birds hiccuping
Unravelled ropes of rust and blue swing aimlessly from the dead branch of a tree
The tree leans forward graceful despite its mutilations from the elements of time,
wind struck baring its bones, a canopy of brittle black branches high above my head
The ducks are gathering, conversing in that questioning way
The gulls pick up the thread and on a high note their sound fills the air
My toes are cold, encased in wellington boots
The rain starts to fall