I was standing On the station I had nothing left to say – When the sunshine Turned to darkness And the shadow lost its way – I looked beyond To find it And over my shoulder gently – He pressed the button Took the stairs instead And then he disappeared – There was a rock … Continue reading the station
I was sitting by the window of a cafe near the harbour when I heard an old curmudgeon with a cane walk through the door He was stilted – he looked tired as he uttered to a woman with eternal youth – (desirous) – in a sundress and high heels They sat – he kept … Continue reading observation
I stand before the solitude Of life with nothing in it And look into the deepest well Run dry over the season And as I look I think and dwell Of anything beyond it Horizons yet to spark a light Or freeze the nightmare of it I sound a warning to the sky … Continue reading Those I know
I always thought my mind was racing forward to a path beyond the path that it should take. I thought I knew my smile – (strength beyond) the will of those who would ingratiate. When I was so much younger than I am, I’d live from day to day without a plan – … Continue reading I built a home
Worry not – for I am here my love Be sad if one need be Yet do not yearn For yearning sobers any man From the bluest sea the bluer sky And Earth shall always soil When it’s brown Problematic moments come and go So go – away – be gone No more a … Continue reading worldly wise
Bird perched on branch by leaf of tree Bird flies the sky leaf falls to ground In Soil bled are roots of tree How long each on Earth shall be
I was sitting at the benchtop watching TV during lunch when I saw a politician give a speech. She was talking of the terror of danger and of death of a lone wolf who would suffer due to no-one but himself. He had traipsed into a mosque and opened fire on the throng shedding fear … Continue reading Kia Kaha
I was waiting for that something So special over yonder To walk up to me and greet me I don’t know what I was thinking Would everything just come to me And lay there with such ease That I needn’t lift a finger To build a life all of my own. As I sat there … Continue reading Passing by
He strolled down from the office On a day of mixed emotions Walking under raindrops He made a dash for undercover He saw a bookshop open It was busy with perusers So he walked in … Continue reading Camellia II
I am sitting In the morning At the diner On the corner I am waiting At the counter For the man To pour the coffee And he fills it Only halfway And before I even argue He is looking Out the window At somebody Coming in "It is always Nice to see you" Says the … Continue reading Tom’s Diner*
