Poem 124: The Space Between
my mind is a constant
falling into
its own space
giving up space
to fall into
the next black pass
of folding
a grin of knowing
into which smile
hides which smile
into hiding
the space between us
turning onto
the turning off
the next construct
duly staged
in vaudeville … Read the rest
Poem 123: Fabric of Memory
if your life
is a fabric of memory
that your day holds out
as an offering
to your tomorrows
god of growing, then
in your perfect place
you will never win
one pulse beat, from
the next moment
already a memory
in the art of this
dying conversation.… Read the rest
Poem 122: nc
in my hearts tree
a firefly
flying fire
against the moon
in a North Carolina night
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the dulcimer
sang greensleeves
-a festival-
on the side
of a green hill
alive and well
growing without
a city wall
and so very
far away
from the sound
of its own shore.… Read the rest
Poem 121: Joined at the Lip
the casual laying down
of your cause by me
has raised on my never
side of pleasing you
a spring which having slept
on as the puppet rehearsal
takes now in the first night
of its life, a pinch of gold
from the one and lonely act
of Adams dreaming … Read the rest
Poem 120: Your Bridge to Me
from my side of the table
your bridge to me
is a playing of light
spinning colours
on a wild minaret
of crystalline and tears
tears as in
the raiment of being
being as in
the dark and light
of balance and power
given to us by the angel
of … Read the rest
Poem 119: Moving Pattern
there is a quietness about this love
centred in a perfected shell
a still point in the moving pattern
that waits frozen stemmed
in the waving dream
for the still part of me
still holding in my deepest stone
a pebble of smooth and silent blue
that drops always, falling … Read the rest
Poem 118: Bird of Passage
what a strange passage
bird of passage
bird of shining wing
on the wing of light
by the light of seeing
in the light of fire
by the light of pain
and the pain of saying
I need you
bird of passage
bird of streaming flight
on a wave of … Read the rest
Poem 117: Shaking the Floor
I walked by your chair
you said
I made the floor shake
(disturbing you)
I said
as I walk near you
you make the earth tremble
( moving me)
that’s the difference
between us
from where you sit
and I stand.… Read the rest
Poem 116: Margaret (3)
given a lathe of gold
and a plane of light
and enough time
we could have turned
a highway to the sun
you and I.
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if you want this to be
the beginning
of a new poem
and you need
it enough for us
to begin again
then give … Read the rest
Poem 115: As Quiet as Thought
as quiet as thought
and so she was
on this afternoon
of all my Decembers
waiting, for her
and this gift of silence
gathering all of my life
to this temple gate
circled in gold
and rivered in a sunset
of garden and tree
felt now as a silent
singing … Read the rest
Poem 114: Margaret (2)
thinking of you
and crying
real tears
for the first time
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a first kiss
now shy
and warming
the November rain.… Read the rest
Poem 113: Margaret (1)
goodbye new girl in my life
you are too bright for my life
for my tiredness and my pain
of which I have only enough
(fortunately)
for old friends and even
older shadows
and I have seen that your pain
is the calm and shining kind
that kills just once… Read the rest
Poem 112: Sun Become Day
this is how it works
for me, say
“sun become day”
and I see
this great silent sun
come roaring
out of a high
and brilliant blue sky
a miracle
of light and fire
flowing over me
with more noise
and silence
than the earth
can contain.… Read the rest
Poem 110: Cloud Dancer
I once knew a man
who walked at the speed of light
and loved as slowly and surely
as the grass growing green
so rainbow green and fresh as fire
the love of this sun making well-wisher,
a harlequined wheel of night stealing
and rain making darkness
turning for the … Read the rest
Poem 109: Roll Down Sunday
roll down sunday
the first and last day
of the ringing pain
now clear as light
with this soundly
splitting shock
of the absence of reality
that is nothing to me
but a roaring wind
that sounds and storms
the conscience
of every failing
destined to become
a forest of … Read the rest
Poem 108: I am a Dream
I am a dream
dreaming of dark
and softly quiet
rooms in deep
colours and tonal
shades of warm
wherein no light
(for light is movement)
to disturb me.… Read the rest
Poem 107: Love as in
how do I
need
you love
I think
on the wild
side
of peaceful
love as in
watching
a storm
love from
a cave
on a beach
love by
the sea.… Read the rest
Poem 105: Friday’s Man
Friday morning, Friday’s man
swaying half-awake on the train
newspaper half open
and turning back to the page before
another famine relief request
frozen images in the camera lens
so easy to turn the page
and this world disappears
with hollowed eyes
swallowed by
the onrushing tunnel
the image screams … Read the rest
Poem 104: Wilder Days
and there is the need
of wilder days
with core splitting saviours
and hope lauded praise
for Pentecostal winds
rushing again
the graceful robe chant
into a thunderous Amen,
for desert Baptists
and fire headed rivers
the kingdom come eyes
of the two handed givers.
and there is the need… Read the rest
Poem 103: This Blind Shepherd
this blind shepherd of mine
offers to you
an amazing kiss letting path
from the alabaster gnome
hollow well creeping gems.
this fledgling spent sign
offers to you
a brailed leaf fitting green
from the red roaring dust
metal city trimmed paints.
this sense wetted eye
offers to you
clearwater … Read the rest
Poem 102: Light of Dancing
I am arranged by the light of dancing
around this tree of fiery stars,
stars the sound of colour outshining colour,
colour the light of the multi-voiced uni-verse,
one voice in all silence, all sound, all distant,
as far away as the day of ancient songs,
songs of one voice … Read the rest
Poem 101: A Man of Fractured Light
one one day not so far
from this one
I will gladly give myself
up to the sound
of the wild and singing sun
to become
a man of fractured light
bowing head of fire
crowning feet of flame
full of stars
and never ending dreams
wheeling on love
that … Read the rest
Poem 100: Gifts of Flying
someone who did not die
in the service of reasons
dark and solid mass
knelt up today
shone and prayed for us
before the line
too sharply drawn
even for reason
could cut him down
he uncrossed
his virtuous sign
and rose up shining
and above the heights
of our … Read the rest
Poem 99: Lately Your Spell
lately your spell
seems to be
to spell your name
in a bright seam of stars
(above my head)
in the nights fine hide
points of light
that appoint the light
a constant
(looking up)
to the playing game
of hide and seek
my love
(of staying fame)
through this … Read the rest