Hello

hello

Come find me passion

Maraud across my open spaces

My steppes, swept and dried

tinged and longing for

infinity

where an echo is out-run

Where lines are drawn and forgotten

like desire that apes only

the very best moments.

All definition and certainty

subsumed in the haste

to consume a lavish meal.

Drowned and spent

The residue. A crust

A lost love affair,

all misty

And so I go

to each new day

An addition. A loss. A stroke

An explosion of now

Everything

Everything

Poetry is the sound

The wind makes

As it circles your soul

And everything is second-hand

All of it spent air

Turned around and around

And we sit here

In the commonplace

Rinsing the air

And rubbing the threads

Of patterns worn down

Abraded by familiarity

Yet still we come

To gather round in spell-bound hope

Ready as ever to witness

To be in thrall

To absolutes

And know that we can find

In everything

A little of the new

Alpha Bet

 

A sign of passing time 

I scrabble for words

To mark significance

Because this day is a gun

That starts one whole New Year

 

Take aim and breathe

Seek the rhythm

That comes with age

Blood pulsating in the sleeve of me

 

Amazed still that newness counts

Out-shining the past

Which comfort and fear

Would like to arrest

 

Step forward and go

Beyond this

And tease out the letters

That form my DNA

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.

A rider on the swells

A rider on the swells

A rider on the swells

So the poet in me speaks

Is this an accretion of sighs?

Or has today given me spoils,

an accretion of smiles?

I am forever riding the crests of waves

Being sucked under and below

Roiling back and forth

On an incessant tide

That rides with a roar

And recedes with a screech

Leaving me naked

Abraded by events and thoughts

That linger or are lost

Are careless with me

Posing questions

Leaving a little occasional wisdom

On the simpering callousness of life

Or the warm glow of love

I am the given. I shall not resist

Though hark at me

When so many souls are perishing at sea.