THE RIVER OF TIME
I let opportunities
pass
floating slowly by
on the river of time
of which I play no part
just observing
them
among the rest of
the debris
PEEVISH
I’m leaking
from holes I
didn’t know
existed.
Patience
once abundant
now nearly
depleted.
When dried,
crumbled and
brittle, the tiniest
of sparks
wreaking
havoc in me –
the dust
never settling.
ESSENCE OF GRACE
detach the cord
feeding the stars
black as blackest
night behold.
winter solstice
turning tides
surfing waves of
tomorrow’s delight.
trace the grey
in clouds above
none be found
darkness abide.
hand in hand
desire ablaze
harbouring the
Essence of Grace
A SAFER SHORE
We Barged once
On canals like
Veins through The Fens
In Silence bar
The Engine and
The Rows
Stuck at night
Rescued but
Never quite right
Wanting more
Dreaming
Hoping
Wishing
for a safer shore
REST MY DEAR
rest my dear
the journey goes on,
far from over
though nights
grow longer and
days go darker
the road ahead
twisted and turned
alit by the fire in
your eyes alone
preparing the mind
crossing the stars
banishing fears
poisoning the
heart
WHISPERING PRAYERS
The flickering of
candles
aligned but scattered
in sand
as
pine among fern
mesmerising
tranquillising
silence fills
their whispering
prayers
IN SILENCE
Build me a closet with
white padded walls and
a radiator to
keep me warm.
Bring me a candle,
ink and a pen,
papyrus in excess
please my friend.
Sing me a song of
friendship and
laughter, blue sky
above meadows,
dancing and flowers.
Wave me goodbye as
the door is closing,
the key turned twice
clockwise
in silence.
FRIENDSHIP AND LAUGHTER
“Carry me, carry me down to the sea. I feel an urge to plunge, the sea is calling me” – we sang, and drank, and cheered and drank again. Singing songs of dreams, scores and whores we grew up, those tender years, filled with vinyl, friendship and fears. One winter’s night the dreams were shattered, footsteps leading to a hole in the ice. You left us there, you plunged into darkness, you left no trace, only memories of friendship and laughter.
REJOICE
Rejoice in light and
polyunsaturated
fat
Your dark spots
reduced by sucking
hand-grenades
Your wet spot remain
the only
evidence
I was ever
there
NOT WAVING
When is it too late to alter the course of a sinking ship? To rescue the rats nibbling at coffers of metals auspicious
being the last to leave
afraid to swim
sinking
deeper
with
every
breath
I
take