Monday, 29 April 2013

a spell

i walk into the clouds
the setting sun illuminates,
casts shadows,
casts spells
over the playground
and the house
just for the night.
my house is empty.
nowhere to go
but the clouds.

the clarity of spring evenings

spring days end.
descending into clarity
a calm out-breath
into a starry night

summer evenings breathe out longer still.
in winter, dusk is day-long, and darkness deeper
after which we now wait for the blackbird
to breathe sweetness
into the day's end

and the blossoms to open
the leaves to unfold to green the trees
by morning.

Thursday, 25 April 2013

untitled (who will)

who will caress
the wonders of this spring
plant fleeting memories of kindness
in this broken soil
and hold the birdsong
in his palm

Tuesday, 16 April 2013


to stop chasing clouds,
to give up dreaming
to grow up
from illusion
break through
to reality
give up

Monday, 1 April 2013

untitled [metta1/the love of children for their mother is greater than the love of the mother for her children]

having lost it
i pick up the pieces
time and time again
i cut myself on the sharp edges
of my voice raised too loud
i hit myself with the fist
of my anger
time and time again
i patch up the wounds
trying to heal the scratches
of unkindness
mending the broken bones
of trust
seeking forgiveness,
i know that your eyes
teach me all i need to know
about love