Seasonal Homecoming

I

Snowflake

Drifting

Drifting down

Down and down

And down

Just

What hope

Do I have?

Te Po

Hand reaching out
Turns page
Reveals bare side
Hand withdraws
Resting for a minute
On thigh
Mirror of other hand
On thigh

Hand reaching out
Grasps pen
Holds pen
Feels pen
Its weight
Texture
Length
Balance
Its place

Hand becomes pen
Becomes one with ink within
Mind and ink flowing through hand
Mind hand pen ink
One

Mind moves to paper
Melds concepts of texture
Area
Weight
Its place

Mind and paper merge
Become one
Mind hand
Paper ink
Pen mind
All one
They become the Moment
Become
Enlightenment

Or they would
If I had any idea
Of what to write…

Down ...

By the river
Otters gambol gaily at play
While that king of fishers
Stalks his prey…

Not quite finished...

Prisoner of these four walls
They will never go back home
Friends and family long departed
No goodbyes from those they’ve known

Peering at a waning past
No one cares to share
Pages fading in morning sun
As they doze in old armchair

Seeing faces they once danced with
In places now renamed
Smiling faces with waiting lips
Those kisses now unclaimed

G'Night

Sleep surfer
Carving that next wave
Dropping
Into a barrel of exhaustion
Hitting that impact zone
Locked in
Sinking through white foam
To oblivious wipe-out

One Morn

She sees a duvet cloud

With pillow drifting near

The other saw a whirlwind

- A clown

- A fish

- A tadpole

As they bounce those shapes around that sky

Conjuring and creating

Warm words and tender choices

Moments of life

Shared

Memories for future times.

~

All I saw were grey skies.

I - Coward

This weakness
Saps
Weak of will
Of mind
Elegiac thoughts
So bleak
Pointless -
Unable
To reach joy
Nothing
To bring happiness
Not man enough
To face a future -
No strength
Of mind
Of will
Of arms
To weak
To cowardly
To end it all

And Rising

Blood
Up to my ankles
Corpses line the streets
Hacked and slashed
As shin deep I wade
In blood
Tools – drip drip dripping
Corpses slashed and sliced
Streets of blood
Up to my knees
And still I work my will
Rooting out
Cutting down
Every house visited
In this banal town
Waist high and rising
Rising
Rising
Risen…

There’d be blood
If only I could…

Watch Them

Sag and droop
As life seeps out
Dull and fade
As essence escapes
From fresh and sweet
To stale and putrid
While slowly turning
That water brown

Another Nothing

So I sit here and write
Words for now do I fight
Mind near blank – phrases in flight
Pen poised – hovering - my plight
Knowing it’ll just be more trite
Hoping this will end alright…

Tick

Tick-tick ticking
Clock in my head
Tick-tick twitch
My stuttering eye
Tick-tick pulse
Vein at my temple
Tick-tick ticking
Clock in my head
Tick-tick tick
Tick-tick
Tick

Boom.