Discovering Discoveries

Open hearted

I save the broken heart

For days gone by

At least that’s how I started

When I played the part

Of one who sits down to cry

I figured out the day we parted

Was when you saw the rising of the lark

And said you had to do this before you die

Just to break things up

Days of bought and days of sold

Stepping under, stepping over

To witness the story told and told

Stepping over, stepping under

Stepping under, stepping over

See the seascape of a love now cold

Stepping over, stepping under

That the wind blows daring one to be so bold

Just to bring things to a close

Place To Page

Only the orange wilted

I myself was ok

And so too the crow

Only the moon waned

To gift a giant sun

With welcome winter warmth

Listen then to the stories

About this quiet phase of life

Going from place to page

Not knowing, nor being shown

Not owning, and not being owned

This season, nor next neither

The gull and the magpie

Are out walking, or should I say strutting

The lady with the stick, she strides on

I am here

I sure am no longer falling

As the walkers in the walking group walk on

Life, And Death

In that moment

I felt immortal

For one second

For one minute

For one hour

For that day

But not

For that night

Because, as darkness fell

I was on the cusp

All of my energies galvanised

For one final burst

I never felt such totality

Every muscle, every synapse

Every vein, every bone

Every nerve end tingled

Yet I know, yes, I do know

That I am not immortal

I shall wither and die

As will every other ever born

There will be no second coming

No new life, now the lessons have been learned

What has gone before was not a practice

Though, of what lays ahead, no one knows

Various Variabilities

Her eyes fall on the red flag

Her sister’s faith dies away

What her swirling thoughts say

Is no more than volcanoes erupting

The distant cries act as kisses

Each headpiece thus adorned with love

There is no heed of the watchful wolf whistles

Only the silence stills the dancers

Beneath her gown her feet skip dainty pretty

Beneath her favour her heart leaps

The fear, too far away to shake her

She sways her soul to stray no more

A hundred shades of grey

Bring out the rose vermillion

A hundred cloths of ample daylight

Bring the scarlet to the freesia and the fuchsia

Why Couldn’t You

It was a landscape

In which I was settled

Every day

I re-assembled the fields

After the farmer’s work was done

Then, one morning

After another pagan ritual

It was I who gathered

The remains of the dying embers

Was I the first to rise

Or had others seen

The dark turn into light

Watched the foil tops being fitted

And the churns taken away

The snow

Was not here yet

But it would be calling

Play with me

Play with me

I am your nemesis