A curation of original poems that explore language, feeling, and form.
A Void Dance
When we imagine That what’s inside Exists only outside Our mortal bodies As a frightful surround – A dumping ground Of fathomless void… Our lives shrink Into isolated, inconsequential grains Like sand whipped up Into fearful storm Each striving to
Beneath The Surface of the See
What happens When what you see Doesn’t stop At the surface of what you see? When all around Extends within Taking its bounty Within sight unsound To be turned around In spinning dance And returned once more Beyond the
Broken Tree Shelters
Broken tree shelters Split and cast aside By growing bodies That they had been set in place
Busyness, As Usual
He looked up at me, with dulled, mournful eyes Torn momentarily from his job in hand By my tacit intrusion ‘What do you want?’ He asked ‘I want you to see through what you’re doing’ I replied ‘So that you
Catching the Sun
Where would the sun be With no where to catch its rays And spin them into Life Throbbing in receptive bodies Responsive to warmth Conveyed in light too deep in shade For human eyes to see? Where would we
Channel Number Five
Come on you Two Won’t you fuse with us Three So that we no longer have to be Rivals? In an Olympic Golden Sovereignty Of One on either side of offence That makes you over Into binary opposition An oddly
Child of Reason
I feel I cannot think Of My Self alone As wise For there can be no wise One alone I am not wise I am a child of suffering Whose childful yearning Is to lighten the load Imposed by those
Coming as Going
We come as we go We ebb as we flow Into and out from Life Into and Out from Grace Joyfully and Sadly Painfully and Painlessly Loudly and Quietly Restlessly and Restfully It is what makes us who and what
Current
Current flows through time Time flows through current Current is time Endlessly circulating within and pulsing between Bodies Enlivened by current Suspended in Space That everlasting Grace That simply receives whatever comes and goes Without judgement For what it is
Eclipse on Solsbury Hill
Ascending through misty envelope We reached the shallow dome Where Earth kisses Sky Each melding into Other In touching transference But with no Sun in Sight Until a pallid glimmer began to show Through thinning vapour Revealing hard-bitten disc Gradually
Estrangement and Reconciliation
In the Becoming, All was Well A limitless pool of infinite depth Shimmering into form wherever light brought life To her receptive permissiveness For a while before resting Then reshaping into somewhere different For a while before resting Life lived
