no more mind
just the ebb and flow
of a sea
December 2016
word made flesh
the birth of silence
echoes still
beach-combing
a child washes away
from her death
moon-lashed sea
no more what it seems
in stillness
deep-down dark
the burden of self
yet to die
daughter buffalo
I too would die
to words
in the gap
between breath and touch
all is hush
see these wounds –
God's creating word
in the flesh
silent night –
a divine sadness
to be borne
here we drown
consciousness-stricken
with our words
oh the joy
dust from the big bang
in my lungs too
midsummer night
the moon hangs about
like a suicide
heaven-sent . . .
vernix enfolds the word
whispered in doubt
my heartbeat
on mesolithic time
once more
advent silence
speaking our language
open hand . . .
her call curls out from
the unheard
am I to be the words no more
who am I?
a waft of waves
stills my breath
awake again . . .
has dawn recreated
the am I was?
still us –
sounds aflutter
enter the light
dead silence . . .
an ancestral wisdom
in so few words
still life . . .
all my colours
from dusk
breath stop
between life
and death
sky-opening
my eyes upon the light
an oak concealed
with age
the deepening pallor
of the moon
night falls on
night falling on
a dark sea
grave silence –
a distant fantail
barely heard
with the moon
Kapiti out to sea
nothing else
midnight hunt . . .
every pulse pledged
to the prey
ceaseless stars . . .
no end in sight
for the pathos
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