Black ragged clouds cross a deep blue sky.
Its always been the same and I can't say why.
I feel the sun, warm upon my skin,
but I know cold rains will come hit me again.
Born with a purpose I know nothing of.
Stuck halfway between loneliness and love.
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 4:55 AM UTC
Remember Ikkyu every day.
Adorned leaves with his poetry, then cast them away.
While we, in another time and place,
consign our efforts to cyberspace.
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
I am still,
(The world revolves and I turn with it)
I am still.
(It circles the sun and I move with it)
I am still.
(orbiting the galaxy and pulling me with it)
I am still.
(hurtling through space and I go with it)
I am still.
(Space expands forever faster, never ending, infinite...)
...and I am still.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC
Shadow of a fast car, stencilling the tarmac black.
White lines in my rear view mirror, hurtling down the track.
Sun hangs, immobile, heat upon my back.
A hand darts to the stereo - my favourite track!
My heart's so full of hope right now - i'm not giving up that.
I'm gonna drive,
I'm gonna drive,
I'm gonna
drive,
drive,
drive
and I ain't coming back.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
Eggs, sugar, flour and butter.
The incantation that I mutter.
Heat, Time and a lightly greased pan.
What Alchemy! for the common man.
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
Loud drums in the distance, we ran to find their beat.
Outside Maternity stood a huge Sikh throng,
clapping in time, with dance and song.
What unexpected spectacle this and we join in full of joy.
"Its a boy! It's a boy!
It's a boy!"
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 3:56 PM UTC
Frost on the windscreen,
Heater started,
Rainbows in ice crystals!
Gift of the morning.
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC
20000 miles and all the wonders of the world behind you, ahead the sparkle of love and tears in the eyes of those that have missed you most.
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
Raven overhead, wing tips flared, soaring.
I'm riding my clutch, in a river of red lights, still 3 miles to work.
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC
I sit on a bench, by a path, next to a lake and just try to be.
Not easy - just being.
If you've ever tried it you'll know what I mean.
I stare at the lake, intensly, sitting forward, elbows on knees, hands clasped - my attention unwavering.
People cross my field of view, from the left and right they appear like micro-dramas to me - rapidly unfolding then melting away unfinished.
I hear them as they slowly approach, a quick splash of colour in my field of view, and then they recede. All the while I force myself to watch the lake and wonder if this is just being.
The lake is deep and still. There are trees on the small islands, there is shade, there are birds, reflections of birds and small ripples. There is so much green. So many different shades of green? My shoulders are hunched, my back is hurting - why am I so tense? How can this be just being?
I sit back, relax a little, cross one long leg over the other, stretch and then try again. Just being is hard.
The lake is still still, still green and maybe just a tiny bit deeper than before.
In ten more minutes I'll give up. I havent got all day, I've got somewhere else to be.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 7:43 AM UTC