Tag Archives: musings

sea and sky upside down (16 July 2011)

29 Sep

this new heaven
bumpy and accelerated

white frothy isobars
changing like my moods

this new ocean grey and calm
or moody, what sits beneath

is above and
I forgot to let the ladder fall

land hovers

waiting for gravity
to adjust


view (22 March 2011)

7 Jun

static waterfall
dance of plumage
white flowering

for the forest
to take over

living beside a railway line (19 Feb 2011)

8 Mar

these trains sound
like mountains moving
exerting so much will
and I can’t help but feel their efforts

I feel run over in the morning
as I wake up to another
gut-guzzling wall of sound
crushing me
into the physical

this hill (5 Feb 2011)

23 Feb

this hill juts out like a gumboot
among sandshoes
splashing into the bay as a child
dances in puddles

I am all by my self up here
over looking many memories
and tides
I feel so held together

I am in the outcrop of trees
and in the northerly swirl of sea gulls
they track past at eye level
and lift like a slippery thought

I have the windows closed
the memories tap quietly

my place (11 Dec 2010)

14 Feb

the wind has a beat
the house a drone
the birds use it as a blackboard

we sit on the floor as students

the place I love so much (Oct 2010)

16 Nov

a sanctuary
in the long white clouds
a drowned valley of sorts
a crowning forest of sorts

the place I love so much
to write about
and words visit a lot
through tempered with

silence, the beautiful
meanings; the abstract
without explanation

like my daughter sanctuary
your valley and legs
your womb flush and fertile
muddled with new life, this

  confusing spring
and your thick mass of vines
and veins and lush boggy fluids
and what decay you bring

what decay you bring
and these centuries can only live
here because of the fence
(to keep out, not to keep in)

like the wind
way up there hardly
touching me
down here, I visit a lot

and I write again
not the obsessive pawning
of notes but a light
flexibility for my pen

and my hand to scribe
when I come before God
in hope that this place exists
(as I find it) for everyone

as prayers within the prayer.

Sanctuary escape (Oct 2010)

16 Nov

es     cape
(allowing space)
from the composer’s mind

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