A curation of original poems that explore language, feeling, and form.
Eternal Current
There is a current Sensational tingling That flows eternally Inwards and outwards Towards and around Eternal rest Where it builds its nest Of spiky bits and pieces Lined softly To accept some body’s repose Amidst the hustle and bustle Of
Fading Vision
I glimpsed a hidden beauty Enshrouded in a veil Calling my attention To come closer and reveal What lay behind her cover Yearning to be known I approached and gently started To peel away the layers Until, there she stood,
Feeling The Current
Every Rock is a River Every Island is a Stream Despite how Each might Seem To a distanced Mind Cut Off from Feeling The Current of its Origin In Flux and Stillness Inextricably Combined Every Moment is a Turning Point
Flame and Fountain
My Life, My Psyche Is a Flame And a Fountain A marriage of Entropy and Energy Receptive Darkness and Responsive Light Transparent Silence and Flowing Sound Awaiting the Possibility To Come Together In Flower and Shower Carefully tended It can
Flowers Flower
Flowers don’t care to be ignored Flowers flower To drink in welcome visitors So that they may wine and dine On nectar and pollen Held within colourful advertising Awaiting distribution of coded messages From here to there Where they can
Following Each Other’s Footsteps
Some might aspire To climb on other’s shoulders Whence to gain an elevated view Atop a stack of figures Perched precariously From pinnacle to ground Where ground is All below Lost from near in sight By far out of sight
Form and Formlessness And the Natural Inclusion of Each in the Other
And the Natural Inclusion of Each in the Other It’s All so very Simple Really There is Form & There is Formlessness Split Apart Neither Alone can make Sense of Life But Each included in the Other Falls naturally into
Helter-Skelter
The Return of the Native
Imagine yourself Born under cover of darkness In the shade of an umbrella Pierced by peepholes Into an other-worldly radiance That shines on coralline ocean Lapping up the shifting shores of landscape Flowing in rocks and water Air and fire
Holding Openness
You ask me who you are To tell a story you can live your life by A tail that has some point That you can see So that you no longer Have to feel so pointless Because what you see
The Hole in the Mole
I AM the hole That lives in a mole That induces the mole To dig the hole That moves the mole Through the earth That forms a hill That becomes a mountain That reaches to sky That pools in stars
Hollow Way
I live in a tunnel of softly lined walls That melt into distance, beyond past recall And flex as they twist in curves out of sight To find what they will, through darkness in light To bring within focus, then
How May I Take This In?
How may I take this in? The silence beyond and before The commotion of locomotion The cacophony of the din That heralds and applauds Pressing presence In the gift of the moment Pinpricks of brightly coloured light Piercing the
