hear the hiss
underpin my choice
of words
March 2016
on edge
my pen tip at odds
with my words
in waves
the ocean cupped
in her hands
fear of what?
this manic extinction
of darkness
until her smile
just a universe
becoming
all at sea
an old salt defies
the stars
locked away
the sparkle in the eye
of an ancestor's image
earth the consistency of departures
moonless night
the centre everywhere
without relief
at long last
where the buck stops
mountain spring
at its end
the beginning
of the end
while still new
on the compost heap
rot sets in
in darkness
birds trill towards
what's still to come
A Hundred Gourds 35.3
where tribes clashed wails wind through the blood
foggy cape
an albatross broods
the cliffs
on the horizon
colour folds into
itself
are those
cicada's singing
swan songs?
by starlight
the quintessential
dawns in sleep
the breakdown
of platitudes
by daylight
Lenten light –
I see by it now
what I am not
Lent deepens –
will stones stave off
this hunger?
autumn light
mountains solidify
into view
on edge
my pen tip at odds
with my words
until her smile
just a universe
becoming
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