moments

your country needs you, and you, and you..

 

I send out daily bites

like nourishment for souls

unbidden

is this generosity?

sharp insights that come from moments

freshly squeezed – the sap of thoughts

that flounder if they are not transmitted

 

my throwing out of the fishes and loaves

is the displacement of all that is mine

just moments, my fractions

are they gifts?

these little things that mean a lot to me

harboured in neutrality

go children go, for it pleases me to watch

 

my atomic vanity discharged

simpering and hoping for traction

and wishing above all to be absolved

is this guilt?

for the smallness that haunts

can taunt me in an ironic way

because I know too much about irrelevance

The anatomy of moments (the first)

Tne anatomy of moments

 

stars, the shards of a shattered universe

cry, tear drops on a canvas of dreams

we shall never inhabit for they are

just echoes of a time long dead

 

it is all I have

and I have known love

but it is still a gaping

sense of loss

 

my mother’s endless encouragement

a vapour now that she has gone

my wit, my charm, my accomplishments

just crumbs on a well worn floor

 

my love of poetry

an idolatry for the patterns words weave

is always moderated by an X-Ray

that filters through me

 

looking for scar tissue and wounds

that might build a case

for a better model

more robust in the ways of the world

 

but these moments are

refugees in a crisis of confidence

bound in nightmares to roam

in uncertainty

 

programmed to return

wanton with a savage lust

to rent and sunder

where sunlight would prefer to rest.

Request. Stop. Please.

Request. Stop. Please.

Request. Stop. Please.

Request. Stop. Please.

 

 

They have,

suffered rendition by twilight

opaque souls in jelly moulds

behind distorting glass, wet with steam

from discarded breath

 

They descend, en masse, downhill

Ensconced in their private mires

While I travel the other way

En route but solo to another place

Thinking as I pass

How willingly we let

Our lives go by

 

 

No flash of brilliance. No insight

Just a chance sighting

A fraction of glimpsed time

Scar tissue of mine

Sweet things

 

Sweet things

Sweet things

That white enclosing space

An infinity of shelter

A blind default

Will sometimes mock me

Make faces

When I am inert

 

But, forced ink

Makes a stain

And issues to reason

On the unthinkable blankness

That a naked page offers

In all its’ purity

 

Somehow stretched sinews

Inveigle the tangled thoughts

To draw shapes

That other minds may interpret

And, so, striking a languorous pose

Assume the sweet essence as their own

All souls alert

 

All souls alert 

Man down

In a careless thought

The breach was found

Fractions measure

Goals

Lost and bound

 

So mistakes made

In an instant

Will compound

 

All future movement

The best endeavours

Lost in cloud

 

Vague memories

Mourn false hope

So cling. Hold fast

 

To instinct

Best laid plans

And magic

 

For peace resides

In the simple

In clarity

 

Not in a mind that’s closed

But in the yearning space

Where love resides