What love is this,
what kind
is it unalloyed devotion
where a blue and churning ocean
meets a rushing tide,
maybe not
perhaps it's a bit less hot,
now we are older
the passion isn't colder
more an ember and a smoulder
than a raging fire inside
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 12:18 PM UTC
What next,
when you dispelled the dark,
to bring on deeper shadows of your own,
you who was so certain,
pure in thought and word and deed
who purged and strew the ground with salt
to grow and then to harvest a much more terrible seed,
you the righteous army
a glowing light, a beacon, and a shining torch to lead,
do you disregard the battle and the ones who died in vain
to claim a moral victory
then become the beast that you have slain
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 5:48 AM UTC
This place, a ***** concrete beast
that only washes when it rains
and smells of wino **** in drains
or overheated streets,
which meets the sea to dip its tongue
and spew a tide of ******* to the waves,
a noisy armadillo filled with human fleas
that thrive upon its armoured back,
to fill each crack and notch of skin,
existing on the heart that beats within its roaring chest,
and yet for all its whistling taxi noise,
it has a faded pizza scented charm
which does not rest
except for four am when all is calm,
the time I like this grand old girl the best.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 10:21 PM UTC
I could die here,
in time I will be driftwood, floating free,
yes, leave me to the waves
and the wandering sea
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 1:28 AM UTC
Twisting waves of shattered glass
break upon a narrow beach
which wakes and opens yellow hands,
to greet the tide within its reach.
A sheltered place, where marram grass
bows and bends in the ocean breeze,
and sticky hop-bush butterflies
stop and perch to take their ease.
A neglected strip of margin land,
no coffee shops or ice cream stands,
just wind and water, sand and sea,
exactly as its supposed to be
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 12:53 AM UTC
Dry earth, a parched and weary soul
takes blessing from the rain and seeks to drink its fill,
to wash its dusty face among the leaves where parrots call,
startled by the fall, they scream in harsh defiance of a laden sky
and fly to shelter fluffed and wet, in outrage at the dripping trees,
which bend and tease and wave their hands in damp delight
shivering and dancing at the power of the passing shower
a green and most entrancing sight
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 4:58 AM UTC
The sun is bright
the sky is blue
the grass is fully green,
it's just another Wednesday
like others I have seen,
and yet I cannot help but say
with a sad and deep regret
although the day is sunny
we are very much beset,
by howling wind
from a sea which brings
a restless icy chill
alongside all the snowdrops
and the blooming daffodils,
it hardly seems like winter
but it clearly isn’t spring
I’m certain it isn’t summer
It must be some other thing
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 9:36 AM UTC
Smooth the day,
seize that curled and tousled head
grease its creased and mottled entrance
come all wailing to a waiting world,
slide from the arms of midwife night
attempt to keep the light
as round and full as well remembered,
bend each hunkered cornered shadow
pull it hook and line
pierce the fish flesh bone
stretched and knotted twine about your fingers
skewer any little patch of dark that lingers on
heavy in that morning scented room,
fling the curtained windows wide
cast that latch aside and breathe,
fill your foggy winter lungs with spring
embrace the gasp and grab yourself
a newly minted season
bursting fresh with sweet unsullied air
this is not a moment,
it’s a revelation
just for you
and one you might not want to share
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 4:48 PM UTC
Leave the world while I am sleeping,
without a sound to wake me
you don't want to hear me weeping,
I don't want to see you go
and yet I cannot bear to have you stay,
leave your pain, a dented pillow
I think it's time to slip away
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 1:05 PM UTC