DIY

Bad teeth

 

I spend my time engaged in home improvements                  I am rust

tiring work this self-absorption

incessant, monotonous and repetitive                                     on the smooth haft

and if I’m honest, for all the huff and puff                            the sheen a parody

I’ve botched it

I’m not polished or buffed                                                      like atomic numbers

or what my son’s would call “hench”

I’m grey and lined and display all the hallmarks                                that emit the pulses

that come with age. Disappointment threatening to turn to rage

Morbid. Huh. I’m like rubik’s cube                                         of half-lives

a clumsy mystery that frustrates only me

yet deep inside                                                                                    I’ll take them

there is a light-filled space

that harbours peace and would                                                           let me glow

let me know that I don’t need spanners or a wrench

I just need a minute                                                                to be myself

Offerings

Offerings

 

I know a little, not a lot

but I can lay words at your feet

and hope that you will let them in

nourish them and give them shape

in those long strides we take

in hope, in friendship and shared trust

so that in the fullness of time

we too may become united

in the soft transfer of a love that speaks

so quietly that if we travel in haste

we may damage it in the slipstream of self interest –

that selfish gene that threatens to deny

all the gifts we care to give

Dash

Dash

 

Make speed you timid beast

go quickly, to a blur

on loping, elastic legs

outreach the other ones for fun

and track back to Bob and Madge

for their calm containment

until another contender dares

to put you to the test

and is left, inevitably, in a flurry

of losing dust quite off the pace

and panting, deflated. Bemused.

Whilst we human types applaud

the grace and dignity of flight

Go Dash. Embrace the wind

and wait on uneven terms

for another one to take a tilt

at your flashing title

Go Dash.

Always

Always. pic for poem

All visions are, as dreams

elided by the sting

of disappointment

They find horizons hemmed by lesser men

who languish at the frontiers

of all I ever wished for

so,

I glimpse perimeters

always

and know that I am contained

within this spirit world

of bloodsurge and ego

peeping at the possibilities

that sustain hope yet

always

a constraining hand will

by its’ magic

clench and keep me shy

of all that light

That Promised Land

always

Not mine

Not mine

Not mine

A rubble strewn sky

Diaphanous white handkerchiefs

Wind-blown. Shambling

Against the blue of hope and space

That forms a shroud for us

Not just to me

That aching distance

Has always been a dream

And conciousness is gravity

In our high-blown minds

That are anchored here. On the ground

Not just mine

The last thought

Before taking action

May be fatal

May be an inspiration

May be an epiphany

Not just to me