Pondering – the traditional urban art of entering a pond head first whilst trying to estimate depth
not lost
He did not regard himself as lost, that would have implied failure. To be lost he would first have had to set forth a plan of being somewhere else at another point in time relative to this time and this his current position. Secondly, he would have had been required to commence the transition to the other place and thirdly, somehow being unable to complete the transition based on intermediate location information. Note however that falling into a hole in the ground would not be classified as being lost, rather being stuck and as such would void any warranties. He wasn’t lost, he just didn’t know where he was, so he sat down, lit his pipe and smiled.
chill
How do one cry
when tears are
frozen, a once
chilly heart now
permafrosted.
The crystals
spreading, joints
creaking, limbs
breaking, teeth
rattling. How do
one cry when
tears are frozen,
how do one melt
something so
cold
reflections
He looks at me with tired eyes
unshaven – disorder
He looks uncared for
neglected – forgotten
He looks at me
wanting – longing
A Man With a Child in His Eyes
a mirror reflection
(inspired by the title of the song The Man With a Child in His Eyes by Kate Bush)
Rainbow of Dreams
In our brave new world
our poetry must be
variegated,
no more dark nights
starlit skies
Join me in a collective
puke, behold the sun
striking down to
reveal our
Rainbow of Dreams