Don’t mind the gap,
gap the mind!
A abismo
Don’t mind the gap,
gap the mind!
Category Archives: Poems
a new mourning
in my dreams we tear the flags
for sole purpose – making rags
to bind the wounds,
to hold the splint.
we break open the tombs –
no fear of our dead
who solemnly hint:
“for mine and your sake;
live for us, raise your head!”
then i awake.
Every who
Fun with Friedel’s Fridge
a wild bouquet
For one so sweet, gentle and free –
wild flowers collected by the Spree.
A gift for you, but treasure for me;
they sit in my van for company,
reminding me how you are so lovely.
Happy Birthday Beverley!
Much love and hugs xox
release
nothing to hold, the firm grip lost,
i fell.
tumbling over and around,
down through the dark unknown.
trepidation: frightening and overwhelming;
exhilarated, lightened, free –
i’d let go.
landing so soft, the path is found,
i tread.
pacing upon new ground,
further through the dark unknown.
inspiration: challenging and completing;
enriched, rewarded, i see –
i’ve come home.
an owl friend
late at night, something awoke me from my sleep –
crash and bang, my heart ups its pace;
such a fright, an intruder not afraid to peep.
stay in bed, the enemy i shall not face
in the dark. i keep my place!
in the light of day, i arise hoping all is clear –
i venture gently out for sight;
but not no creature nor beast is near.
downstairs i seek, to a fright
of a barn owl of white!
sense
listen
listen well
allways listen well
observe
observe all
just observe all
savor
savor fully
only savor fully
feel
feel deep
still feel deep
think
think long
even think long
oxymora
a constant state of flux
eternally ending
always beginning
completely empty
unfurling forever
lost in air
where is sleep?
how the cloud lit
by fire from void
fills with soft virtue.
when is time?
how the oceans shine
by wavering heat
stops current anew.
Paced
To run from challenges faced,
or proceed upon with haste,
is nowt but opportunity waste.
A journey which raced
may be tainted and laced
with none but bitter taste.
Pierce Beckett 