Thursday, November 09, 2017

We who cannot remember

We, who cannot remember,
shed tears of grief
for fallen peace
on the battlefield of the world.
We, who lost no-one,
in empathetic mourning
grieve with the grieving
in sentry guarding their hearts.

We, who see no nightmares,
but have unquiet sleep
and tainted dreams
share a world of unpeace.

We, who walk unaided,
but limp with unsmote wounds
on hard won crimson carpets
have learned little.

Thursday, September 28, 2017


Restless, the sea,
in slap and sparring agitation,
churns colour in its tumbrel
from the rousing wake
of journeying.
Like the charnel house
jumble of dreaming
in wakeful moments,
catching uninvited
in an ambush of distraction
these days are choppy waters,
a disturbation of the even temperance
of peace and the mechanism of tides.

Friday, September 22, 2017

You fill my eyes with silence

You fill my eyes with silence;
with the deafening colour
of evening you blind my ears.
You lay a golden path
before me;
my soul walks on water
in the wondrous wake
of eventide.
Nothing is still
yet all is suspended
in the silence,
in my eyes,
in the journeying
that takes no step.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

A last kiss

What will be our last kiss?

A Judas kiss,
armed and dangerous,
ambushing us unawares
in vicious kidnap.

A Joyous kiss,
as you or I slide softly
between death’s sheets
shedding pain with the old skin
and into the warm embrace
of refreshment.

A Jealous kiss,
of envy,
as you escape the captivity of now,
with its cages and caverns,
for the eternity behind the curtain.

A Joining kiss
that embraces
both of us with its fusion
and pairs us in an everlasting marriage
that death ‘doth NOT part’.
More than the conjoining of limbs
and the probing of love,
more than the selfish satisfaction
of a moment.