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AN INTERROGATION OF THE "REAL" IN ALL ITS GUISES



Hamm: What's happening?
Clov: Something is taking its course.
Beckett




Wednesday, 27 May 2020

a prairie flower


a prairie flower
wilted and gone
what life those rays
gave to the green
ground and eyes...
       
            May 27, 2020


Tuesday, 31 March 2020

can i be more



can i be more?
can i satisfy her
in the very way
she needs?
it would seem not
and my thoughts
scatter with the
blustery day
taking me away
to greener fields and
climbing hills
i will fill myself
with words and light
that might sustain me
maybe i’ll meet a soul
to glance at
maybe others to share
these cares
or perhaps i’ll stay
alone
these clocking days to
crash against
my own thoughts
maybe i’ll fade
away
a spirit flickering
over the haunted land


do not kill



do not kill
the child of our Love
strong and curious
blinded by the light of
spring’s newly flashing
Sun
when the days were
endless magic
endless light and sound
there is hope for the
wide-eyed child of
Love
despite the sober
imperative of progress,
for the world
is green yet
full of secret places
filled with light or
promising darkness

Friday, 7 February 2020

the spirit of death

the spirit of death
tinged with fearful
anticipation of permanence
spins about me today like a
dust devil
promising dissolution
nothing
questions and curiosities
about our nature
whispering:

"you cease to exist"
but here i am
only knowing existence
"they meditate on 
celestial kingdoms 
but there are none"
i've seen
the green rolling hills of
Other-where
"there is a doubt"
i'm flesh and blood
"soon not even that"
i know
"your name as the faded 
graves you've visited
forgotten and desolate
"
what's in a name?
"as arbitrary as life"
i should rejoice in it
"yes try to forget"
live in the moment
"the end comes
irresistibly regardless"

leave me alone
let me forget
"you've seen my face"
i've seen it and know
"your clarity is a
gnawing worm
"
i've seen
Other things
"they are fanciful visions"
i will ignore them no longer

the spirit left me then
not with its usual laughter
carrying a spear
its tip encasing a
black vacuum
disappointed or
indifferent




Friday, 3 January 2020

Closer to your heart

Closer to your heart
A new start
Mingled with epiphany
Can we rise to
The new era
Pledged by my hand
Upon your breast
Sealed with our
Rising eyes?
So quickly space expands
But memory marks
The promise given
In its fullness,
To trust, hope, love
To make more promises,
Take risks, remember

I cross my heart




Phoenix


winged exhalation
breathe blue-red sky crystals
fly!
a blazing phoenix
burning ashes off
like powdery dross,
a southern wind to
beat the north!
oh north your home,
its lovers mark your
absence
no more,
oh boreal land rejoice
the soaring figure
soon to walk her
native earth
how will you contain her?
how welcome?
“secret gifts and
green magic
fitting for the finest
forest child
await the promised
coming”



Wednesday, 20 November 2019

Memories

Feeling this today..






Tuesday, 19 November 2019

Incontra

Was it all a dream,
Would I be equal to that
Flickering light upon the green?
What is this new habit
That you wear?
Will you care that my face
Shines a different colour?
We are the filaments of a
Cosmic dream,
Fireflies dancing in a night of
Streaming shadows
And sometimes the distance
Seems too great
(Yet does presence come but
In our minds?)
Still we find
Ourselves here in the flash of
Present's grace,
To embrace or fail to...



Sunday, 3 November 2019

a cloudy cup of chicory

a cloudy cup of chicory
keeps the cold away 
as the wind howls against 
my creaking house today 
~thoughts wandering thoughts~
come with me 
to a greener space 
where the sun is warm 
upon your gleaming face 
we've been there before 
before the cold and distance 
i want more of you 
more than this instance 
can provide for 
there upon the green 
green shore 
burning bright as candle flame 
behind the stormy door 



Wednesday, 30 October 2019

A vision

On the day that you were born
An angel blew a silver horn 
And from his book a page was torn 
While in his hand a bloody thorn 

Moon and stars did fill the sky 
From mother's lips a happy sigh
Father hid his frightened eye
And all that was began to die. 





Wednesday, 23 October 2019

why you leapt

why you leapt the rail
to meet the turquoise water
the final choice before a drop
and glowing blue death
remains a mystery
but i know
i know the reasons in
your aching heart
cut short by the watery breath
i've stood along those
towering cliffs
to face my setting sun
illuminating a jewelled mantle
beneath my feet
it would be sweet, i thought
to taste the salty brine
this moment
irrevocably mine
and time would stand still
before me
suspended in that
sparkling vacuum
i know
oh i know




Wednesday, 9 October 2019

i'll find you

i'll find you
in the meeting of
a thought
so attentive to
the detail of our
buried faces
these are traces
(do you see?)
outlined and shadowed
from a distance
you'll find me
by the starlight
in those eyes
before your hope dies
i'm here


Tuesday, 8 October 2019

i'll create a world

i'll create a world of
towering green
arc of tree and shining leaves
sparkling diamond towers
afire in morning light
on endless horizoned fields
angelic host with choral song
air reverberating against our hearts
as we run
barefoot across the grass
you shall be empress of
the world
and the trees will
bow as we pass
illuminated by faerie light
down to the shining sea
where your eyes will
glow with the rising sun
as i behold your true face




Saturday, 5 October 2019

the one who moves towards me

the one who moves towards me
the rare one
burning with autumn
red and orange
heart aglow with fire
kindled by her longing

will undivided in her
deepest knowing
in the magic wrought by
the overlap of our two faces

where will we meet?
along the ocean shore
near a work of art
in a quiet cemetery
somewhere unexpected but
immediately understood as
transcendentally shared

the life of every lover
ever alive
sharpened to a diamond point
within our breasts
set free within our limbs

"For this you have lived!"
our red lips resurrect you
one last time
before sinking back into
the sea
the canvas
the dark earth
until she moves towards me
in the person of a
different face and
time

Monday, 30 September 2019

it could have been

it could have been
something more
but it disintegrated like
a thousand grains of sand
i cannot stand our
final memory.
what transpired was
a question mark
split by dark madness
with insubstantial explanation
i cannot trust again
cannot confide or
hide within another's grace
but see a mask in
every smiling face
you did this
despite my kindness
or because of it.