pause within
a pause
figures in light
does the gull
crying above
showing forth the obverse
ensure the sea's
sea-ness?
in being observed
Parallels
Richard Gilbert has observed that my "parallel-form poetics presents dual mirrors of the soul, a seeing through seeing through one voice in counterpoint with another that hits deeply enough: the root of selves. It draws on a redoubtable haiku tradition. Speaking doubly—dialogues of poet to shadow, man to ecos and world; human to the sacred, and what is most human to the sacred; as wood to pine; sky to life. In dialogue too with presence and absence".
He adds that he feels the years of contemplation involved producing this creative work. Poems unsuitable as tweets, each meant to be left with you: alone for a while. Just let it sink in without scrolling.
in the lead-up to lent the ego sets upon the narrow road leading to its crucifixion
southern seas
hidden wounds
El Niño beneath
the dark night's
the celestial stream
stigmata of stars
compline—
we enter
shadows
seize my breath
our perfect expression
in soundlessness
receding light
at dead low water
my interior landscape's
where meaning lies
inverse presence
the art of haiku boils down to this
shadows
a toothless old man
emerging
from the fog
sucking marrow
while light dies
from the skeleton
of words
where hitherto
stay-at-home
words of consecration
my carbon footprint
cannot go
leaves none
before dawn
stillborn day
enlightenment
awakens
a cockroach scuttles
to a drone attack
from the glare
deep night vigil
sounds within
a flightless bird
the sounds without
rises within
something slips
in-between
Ōtaki Beach
mythic chant
the cosmic silence
stillness roaming about
roaring within words
lonely places
wolf hour
drizzle-drench day
black swans
drift between
cold
cuts in keener
sleep
and non-sleep
than a sword
late cold snap
more than an echo
each breath becoming
the morepork
foreshadowing
what it's not
my near absence
words
which embody
a universe
our
very selves
edging to the precipice
in screams
of nowness
where words
wave back
flitter-winged
in a blink
a butterfly beyond
the beginning of time
our here & now
pinpointed
winter ends
lingering darkness
my wisps
of words
magpies question
to clouds,
a bird
the dawn chorus
dark sky
viewing
the world
our oyster
I gulp
small holes
and an awful
emptiness
in the silence
words no longer
conceal
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