Poetry

There’s something to be said For a mature body That takes a novice to heart So that both can flourish In the flow of life From each to other

I am your final dissolution The nurturer of your nature That soothes and softens As we live and breathe together No gas-tight chamber doors Designed to wall in Or wall out your fears of devastation Can exterminate me You cannot …

I am a river damned to bursting point Required by your close confinement To down regulate my outflow To a pitiful trickle When I long to flood And see you flailing in my excesses Not because I want to drown …

Smoke Rises In Bird Form Lining Pockets of Air Horizontal Aspirations To Vertex From Vortex Reflected in Currents Between Waves Rippling Fenestration Mercurial Shimmering In Forming Invisible Space Reminding of a Presence Of Absence Mimicking Human Machine Code Along Telegraph …

I offered you a Tiger Rampant Roaring Russet Burning Yearning Gnawing Yawning Sprawling Crawling Puncturing Eye Opening Jaw Closing You wanted to stuff the Tiger Black, white and red all over Darkness and Light Reporting Combining into Colour And awesomely …

We can’t all be swans Those ships of serenity Whose surface appearance Belies frantic pedalling Beneath reflected view To keep themselves on course Where would swans be In a world of their own Without the babbles of ducks Or twitters …

What I would like to be Most Is a Well Coming Host Raising a Toast Without having to boast To All those I love Best From East and West Providing a Nest Where Each Can Rest Assured in the Knowledge …

Two, world’s apart Whose place is together In common circumference Of World spinning Story One, the proud Standard-Bearer Of light within darkness An illumination Of rectangularity Held stiffly erect With All in Order The Other, a haphazard glimmering Of darkness …