Tuesday 15 November 2011

Compass Point

A compass point eternity between the silent clouds
so unlike me
so unlike me
they almost broke a moment
unlike me

A blanket spread to warm the sleepless night
so unlike you
so unlike you
the unreflected moondream
unremembered
unlike you

And we could hold the sky its breath
and dive
beneath a flaming wave
of ice and ashen embers
in an open dream no one remembers
how and where we danced
so unembraced
so unlike them
so unlike them
beyond the time awake
and unlike them

Friday 4 November 2011

Déguenillé (Ragged)


cold day
hard hands
soft heart
ragged

standing in a field of mist
leaning on a shovel to inscribe my brief existence on this eternal mud
I wipe the streaming silence from my eye
beneath a rosy fingered sky
then I carry on digging

thud

one day I will be finished

no need to ask who the hole is for
or if it is sunrise or sunset

Cipher

let there be ...
a diamond tree to part the singularity
a song to echo then resound
and sparkle through the night
as golden leaves
in silver swirl
balletic to the ground
landing in a cipher
seeding now

in threaded pearls
a cloudy string of curling words
on leaves scattered like a thousand autumns
from a tree with branches full of stars
breathing meaning into the void
... and it was good.