No.8

I sing a true song
And it takes my spirit up
Away into the
Deep green mountains
There to wander, naked and free
between the dark trees
playing in sweet trickling creeks
Where sunshine streams
through in shafts of light
and the dust mites
dance in awe of all created things
And You, the uncreated.

Through the Passes

Farewell then, to the coast
As we turn inland
Into the mysterious Island
Shrouded in rain
Dark hills hidden in a stormy haze
And a green maze of mountains
Trails wrapping round them
Water falling down them
Glittering silver in the
Dim light at noon

No. 7

There are moments in the day
When I think of you
And the world lights up at the thought

As Promised

1.

There we crawled from our shell
From the old bubble life
We were afraid of being noticed
After a life of practised silence
We shed our grey skins
We tried on new, ill-fitting ones
We stumbled, we cut our knees
Our elbows, we bruised our hearts
We found our sea legs and
We walked on water

2.

I do not know how we found our way
When there was no guide, no one to follow
No one before us
I do not know how we survived
In this foreign place
Or how it became home to us
Or when

3.

I do not know if we wanted to belong here
Or if we wished to return, as some did
I do not know why we did not return

You would not know it if you saw us
You could not tell from whence we came
We do not tell you, only just a few words
Hidden under laughter
We do not talk
Even to each other
We were children
Now we are not
We have left
So that there cannot be a return

4.

But I remember, my kite
My skipping rope, my hiding place
Under the macracarpa tree

We cannot return
Because there is no place to return to
Just faces on streets
Just a few words
Just my life
Shaped by your life.

There is a Pretty Girl staring at me

I suddenly realise
How excruciatingly
Inadequate I am

(aesthetically speaking)

No. 6

I know it may seem affected
In one so young as I

But sometimes, when I think of dying
I get excited.

as yet Unnamed series ....

No. 1

I watch the water hurl itself at the land
In a kind of fierce surrender

And thus I give myself to you

This is a New Thing:

My heart has been broken
And not by human hands

An Old Song Written In A New Time

(Or It's Not About You)

If I thought I could leave you
I would
I would take my things out of your hands
I would leave the door open
And my heart closed
I would never think of you again
If I could

No. 5

In my small self
Here inside my skin
I am
And you also

No.4

I love the way music wraps itself around me
Like the wind wraps itself around this house
And the water wraps around the shore

No. 4

I am tired of this divine yes
and this divine no

Would you please just come down here
And touch my face with your fingers

No. 3

It's noisy in my head tonight
And messy too
And full of words I did not write
And thoughts of you
I wish I could remember where I had you last
And where I put you down
But you have gone
Lost in the sounds I made to fill the space
You used to fill

No. 2

He looks, and there is longing in his look
But not for me.

I'd Just Like To Point Out

Iain, I did not steal your idea, I had it first.

I just didn't act on it until you already had.

Truly.

Simona can vouch for me.

So anyway, this is a blog just for my poetry.

FPP

These are night words
Wind outside words
Clock ticking loudly
Naked in my bed words