Poems, written as footnotes on life as it unfolds.
If I said magical
In this year I have tried to be especially open to discovery. I have endeavoured to be curious. In so doing, in experiencing new, in being changed, I might try to explain it, in order to share it. But then in the explanation of something remarkable, there is...
Middle of the road
This year I will turn 40, or 788,that is,if I am the sum of all the years I have been,that is,if those years all add up to something more thanwhat you seethat is,a collective culmination ofsome kind of insight that edges ever closerto what some may refer to...
What is heard
It's all very loud out there right now. Perhaps no more than normal but it seems so to me. All those decibels, hertz, vibrations reverberating constantly. So much noise is generated and amplified and some people throw words about, like sound doesn't matter. The...
the Rules of capitalisation do Not Account for what is in the Middle
If you were born a Capital you could never know life without it If you were born a Capital the viewpoint is always above The unwritten, written rule,known, accepted, assumed, Capital is bigger,ergo betterIf you were born a Capitalyou have always been first, Or a been...
everything I look at demands something of me
Everything I look at demands something of me, that is to say, almost always, 51 weeks and weekends of the year. But this past weekend, this 1 weekend of 52, something else happened instead. Sat in a car in remote Scotland with 3 friends from times long gone by, I...
She is all
she she is all smooth all rich all deep evokes all long steady strokes all base and bass notes all low vibration all cedar mellows she gives way to melody to step-toe across waters dance like light high, fleeting and bright when melody flits and fades away she she...
She-ever
whomever whoever she-ever that is who I see to the girl I was thank you dear heart you were rarely free to the woman I will be I see you through the woods I hear you breathe my she-ever my child my elder me Image by Nika Akin from Pixabay
Prior years
Though I need the compost of prior years though it is in fact unavoidable that I must sit in it Though I can draw on intent and toil and turn the mess to eek out the very best nutrients of that time It is compost now it is moulding and mulching now both decomposing...
and in those times
Ever since each of us were small we have encountered the repeated emphasis on the two, or three or even five year plan. Initially this is framed within education, getting through GCSE's, A-level's, Higher Education. Thereafter we enter the world of work and are faced...
Bull
the problem wasn’t the red rag, or the green, blue or violet, the problem was the bull and it’s propensity for violence the problem wasn’t the china that lay dormant upon the shelves, the problem was the shopkeeper whose doorkey let dominance prevail /Image by 51581...
Orbit
In walking on a summers day we may sometimes spot in the morning, the sun and the moon are both in the sky and that signals some kind of intergalactic balance. If this is coupled with a earworm of recently read words that tumble over as footsteps take us onwards, it...
six word stories
It can be easier to explain. To state how things are. With only six words, or less. Condense life chapters to six words. Mine would look like this. Do share yours. every bright moment matters cherish now, time is too short expansive lives confined to boxes floodgates...