poems
sometimes i write poems. here's some of them.
forty years
23/02/26
bury my bones not in the midnight soil
let my bones not persist in the gloom
from which they were born
let them sprout in the sun
catch her rays on new petals delicate
and risk scorching
and if the daisies make no room in their pastures
i will uproot myself
take my raw nerves in tender hands
and forge a new trail
as those who came before
to meadows
where the light has long waited
to shine through me
haikus
through white bleach coral
hungry fish still swims in search
of higher profits
--- bleach
the cat doth insist
four dinners would be ideal
i say nay, you fiend
-- ideal
sinking fire sky
birds high in the canopy
rant about endings
-- rant
tiger stripe stretch marks
each a scout badge for living
i earn another
-- earn
magnolia blooms
set upon new growth, azure
coming dreams of May
-- set
we cannot undo
but we can patch cracks
with gold — stronger, still
-- undo
maintain, love? or change,
push it from the cliff edge, to
shatter into birds
-- maintain
river running quick
out-paces the fish within,
silt blinding. slow, friend
-- pace
drove past old address
there, in grey siren jungle
two bright hopes sprouted
-- address
wild horses flatten
ears to the grass. listening
to mother’s heartbeat
-- listen
crocus violet
hands wake, coached to the heavens
rain stirs pinprick souls
-- coach
wild forget-me-nots
hire bees to carry their dreams
to far horizons
-- hire
shedding my old skin
granite rock, chipped. shielding soft,
pale underbelly
-- rock
and the risky one:
“Oh, bother”, says Pooh
“there is a british prince, stuck
in this honeypot”
-- bother
tanka
I park my soul here
on the vibrant riverbank
where I will leave it
one fragment, wild, free to swim
while the rest collects paychecks
--- park
