Oceans
22 January 2022.  

In the infinity of you,
I find unending joy,
Calm as each wave,
Wash me pure.

Holding me under God’s sky.
Pain and sorrow find no hold.
Your courage true bold..
Your strength purest gold.

You leave not one behind.
Share, love, never blind.
Other find you angel fair.
Precious, gentle, rare.
Growing strong in your care.

10 April 2022

Social, psyche, and marital bonds bind us,
Challenging our demise.
Primary as elder I fuss hoping wise,
To secure your  plan beside.

Resources to fulfill all your dreams.
Priorities lie in rocky-life stream.
Family lies on my knee.
Best plan keep them secure and freed.

Children expect parents hold them heir.
Particular when pass unprepared.
Though our vows lie fresh and new,
Balance quivered, edges dewed  

Much depends other ways and mean.
Not all ready, skill tight and keen.
Future lying in their wake.
Give them all I take?

War
3 April 2022

They watched you go.
Time stopped, they wanted free.
Every dream stayed with me.
Every dream😲agony.
Tomorrow’s pain will show,
Moon and fire only know.

Sleep alone,  little ones.
Strife  is here with his guns.
Over there behind those trees.  
Men die on broken knees.
Loved once, they hold their brave.
Soon they’ll sleep near tags in graves.

War forever holds their eyes.
Tomorrow time for all to cry.
Today I hear sweet good byes.
They stay here so you can fly,
Ignore the pain.
War comes to us again.

The Moment
Moments
27 March 2022

Musing. Where do I find my centre?
The essence of my being?
The accounting of my worth?
My person?
Not in my poetry, my stories, my self.
Rather moments unfettering the illusion of wholeness complete.
Greatest satisfactions of my life, are brief.
Infinity's experience,  distanced, solitary, lost.
No need for more.

2022  
In cold morning. on broken  deck, lies a child. Alone.
Dove near her heart, reminder of family,  peace she once knew.  
It  cries her pain.

Soon all will be lost, to love once again.
Close in deepest sleep, an angel missing.

How can this child lie among all the stars ?
How she sparkled, played, fingers spread!  
Unfulfilled.
Heart still.  

Heaven and earth soaked in her spill.

B. T. W.  2016
In the morning on the deck lies a man. He's alone.
There's a dove near his heart, a gramophone .
Most days more gentle, he senses the pain.
Soon he will be lost to love once again.
Somewhere close in her deep late sweet sleep,
One angel’s, missing this sheep.
How can it be he’s hidden among all the stars.
Where he sparkles, fingers spread, unfulfilled.
Heart full till heaven and earth soaked in it’s spill?
B. Whittaker
(As first writ in 2016 mourning my first wife lost in 2014)

Not your fault
5 March 2022

I saw your courage.
I saw your pain.
My prayers are not enough.

Metaverse
4 March 2022

Yesterday, I stepped, fell into yours.
Some chapters were inspiring possibilities, health, happiness, no pain.
But it seems you haven’t realized any of them!
I didn’t stay long.. Too many other better offers.
Rather you, like me, had abandoned your ideal.
Misled by the thought of a tangible reality?
Overwhelmed by the book of others?
Acting on the fear of demons?
Welcome to mine!