Tag Archives: death

I hear the mother’s heartbeat (27 Oct 2011)

9 Dec

I hear the mother’s heartbeat
it is the background noise of every life
and with us always

I hear the mother’s heartbeat
it is the birth space, the lush embrace
the fecund warm breath

I hear the mother’s heartbeat
it is ochre, it is sunset,
it is marigold, desert, Uluru, the red planet

I hear the mother’s heartbeat
the tribal drums, the call to hunt
the prey offering itself, the knowing
the acknowledging, the sacrifice

I hear the mother’s heartbeat
her serenity, her surrender, her dignity,
her grace

I hear the mother’s heartbeat
when her own death is felt
before she dies

I hear the mother’s heartbeat
she is the still point in every night sky
she is the nowhere to go
she is the ceasing fluctuations of mind

she is quiet … she is quiet
she is ever more
she is ever-present

her love is her death
her fragile opening
her tender watering

her love is her body
her home in darkness
her fingers touching the almost in her life

her love is the offering
she offers her best
back to heaven

the pre-born said she would
depart before she arrived

now she is the mother’s heartbeat

it is the mother that holds you and me
she is that background
beat

that pushes us back into life

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spring (21 Oct 2011)

9 Dec

I wanted to die
buried in the earth

to think, a longer day
like spring

can signal the death of you and me
because winter has claimed me

and no new shoot rose from my being

the emperor’s cymbals (5 Sept 2011)

9 Dec

the body is taut, taut skin
he is waiting for my signal
arms lifted
full length and the emperor’s
cymbals are there, poised,
impending sound

he is waiting for my signal
a nerve taps in my ear

he begins
the sound of creation
the sound of death
tons of tones
and tomes

all matter disappears

city gale (12 Aug 2011)

13 Oct

I am walking
city gale
my eyes sting
red, my lungs
are screaming
a pack of dogs

strangers can’t see
the wind whipping
through me
killing the animal
that learnt how to love
and live in these streets

death meets us (12 Aug 2011)

13 Oct

I know death will meet us
in various guises
like cancer
or lies
or betrayal

at night (10 Aug 2011)

13 Oct

at night I can hear the stream
it pulls me back
no matter where I go
in my head

in my head
there is always the swirl and froth
or languid passing
of liter and debris

everything is on a journey
over clouds, we try to fly
always the sunrise disappears
or never ends

when I leave, when I leave
I hear my thumping heart
I feel my beating head
at night

if the stream were to stop talking
the ocean would know
its death

each wave strikes me (17 July 2011)

30 Sep

I ran to the edge, boulders
marking safe from peril

I slipped down the face
momentum dropping me

near the white cracks of sea

white is a colour
that looms from darkness

those fingers reach out
clawing

those hands could grab my feet
taking me

taking everything from me

I am the scream
that cannot echo

amongst the waves, sound
drowns

each wave strikes me
I feel the pull of death

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