A curation of original poems that explore language, feeling, and form.
Humility of the Valley
Life doesn’t strive To secure its foundation Upon the rocky serrations of the High-minded Where Men build castles in the air To furnish that false sense of superiority Which comes from the pretence Of overlooking all around To the edge
Hush!
The Deep Receptivity of Intangible Presence
What’s in Earth’s axis? What can no One be without? What’s in the midst of everything, Everywhere, Every din? Yet ignored by all who seek Power from Above To will the subjects of their objectivity Into alignment with their Dream
Illuminating Moment
I came across a flower It flowed into my life Its face beamed out a message Cast from sunlight taken up And spun around in Shadow That none could see within I ached to feel its yearning For the passion
Imaginative Turn
How tiresome it is This beast that turns in my grave Shrieking to unearth Such fearful foreboding Of what is to come From what has been done In the name of the Rose That holds itself in Enshrouded by sepals
In Spiral Inclusion
How hard it is to be soft Like a copper screw In a culture of steel nails Managed by hammerheads Dead-eyed sharks Whose only recourse To keep you on a straight and narrow course Is to hammer you on the
Influx and Stillness
I AM influx You ARE influx We ARE influx He, She, It and They ARE influx To pretend otherwise makes no sense Because without flux there can be no form, no life, no love . I AM in stillness You
Loving Error – The Art of Reconciliation
There is a way Between those warring fractions To bring reconciliation Through recognition of each other’s faults and virtues As coming from the same deep place Where creativity comes to life In loving form Burning with passion Cooling with calm
Lost Conversations
There have been so many conversations Entered with vigour Sustained by hope Only to fade into deep recesses Like garbage collecting In cracks between paving slabs Mess amidst tidiness Decay amidst sterility In life made bare Where have they gone
Mocking Bird
Brick walls unite in solidarity Or so I’ve heard When their foundations So absurd Secured upon the very Word That cuts their souls adrift Feel the solvent waters Lapping at their sound construction I came across One Such A Wall
Natural Revelation
I cannot reveal The truth about Nature With my instruments and methodology Trained on some remote objective Held fast Under my firm thumb I cannot bear The responsibility Of finding out what I can’t find out Through restrictive hands and
Natural Truth
You ask me what’s the point of all this Searching and spouting Questioning and answering? Where does it lead? What does it change? How will it help? What does it have to say About Politics, ethics, God, Physics, Chemistry, Biology,
Never Quite Knowing
Life is a creative exploration of renewing possibility, Not a competitive struggle for permanent existence – Poetry, not Prose Improvisation, not Prescription, Tolerance, not Rigidity, A Search for Openings, not Quest for Completion Motion in Stillness, Stillness in Motion, Responsiveness
