vrijdag 12 maart 2010

Dark dawns

Dark dawns

Represses facet that is

Not felt nor said

But is expressed as release

Two poles of a sphere come together itself to disappear

This is the learning and the learned

The fighting and the sky

The love in a terrible beauty

The asking to be free

woensdag 3 februari 2010

I am the Desert Night

I am the desert night
Your lines dissolve in me
The mystery disappears and
You delight

I am the forest night
Cloak your shoulders in a thrill
Expecting cold and listen
You absorb the hush

I am the city night
Oozing through the cracks
Shadows play our faces
In prison, you are free

I am the life of night
That Mother sang
That Father wrote
To which Brother cried
And Sister woke
Your life in me is spent

I am the night that asks
Surrounds and rolls in
Wet tender kisses
Your rhythm is death

donderdag 14 januari 2010


You can shout everything you want about it

and describe in verse how ugly our garden has become

But it's nothing, it's neglected and forlorn

It once shone with ruby flowers and danced with bees in top hats

And now it's not even grey, barely a mist to discover or a patch we haven't explored

it's pale and once green patches dusted into sand

sky above cannot flatter to be grey

its rays dance to other tunes than ours

we haven't even found a corner

in which to settle down

and watch new growth bloom in showers

we can't see where the next flower will come

if the bees will dance

or see

how much of a garden is ours to become

its like

watching grease ooze over the surface of a day old pan

or waking up to find the storm is gone but it's started to rain

Our garden is crying for seeds and light and dreams

And we've walked away to watch

and wait