Daylight

Daylight

Dawn. Below the conscious curtain

Muddy blood and feelings

Not yet warmed

Are hemmed-in

Hooded by something desolate

And light struggles to enter

Can you cut two slits

To penetrate the veil

Can you be a saviour

Enter below skin

Infiltrate a little goodness

And leave without a bruise

The air is static

A wide pulse that waits

Spider-like for vibration

And I pause

As I have done so many times

For gravity to sink the gloom.

Waves

Waves

A human tide rolls and recoils

At injustice, war and lies

And the innocents are tossed against

A changing, formless shore

Whose arbitrary rules discriminate

Divide and preside over misery

Inhabitants of safe havens

Hide behind the mast-heads

Of their propaganda and sensibilities

Unsure in their comfortable shoes

Just how to protect their own

Selfish hegemony

Whilst politicians, those arbiters of votes

Posture and pocket expenses and air-miles

On our behalf

All smart. Considered. Rhetorical.

Trusting to history

And missing irony

For these lives are being dashed

On confused tides

Ideologies that fumble

On cracked foundations

And leave a residue

Of misery that we struggle to hide

I am diminished by

My inactivity

Exposed by shallow thoughts

But truly feel

A sense of loss

That last escaping breath of hope.

The Morning After.

The Morning After

The Morning After

 

 

Last night amongst friends

I felt the void

That lost feeling in company

When I am unnaturally meek

And this morning I felt

The geometry of our warm limbs

Soft flesh on shy bones

And the stirring of a forgotten hope

Though all around the evidence

Belies my vacant stare

While downstairs, one child

Coughing with lungs polluted by smoke

Though he is not really a minor now

More progeny ready to make familiar mistakes

With his deep-voiced young friends

Fellow revellers staying over

From trampling decency

At a party in another home

Are ungainly at this hour

Too soon to heed anything really

They are so young

And I feel that void again

The timid being

Who has quietly held my hand

Invisibly for all these years

Beseeching me to take the lead

To rise and shine.