On creativity, happiness and spirituality
Posted in Creativity, Poetry on Feb 2nd, 2012
A pair of bullfinches rest in a bush by the river. Head of a great spotted woodpecker hammers on wood. The cold nibbles at my fingers Gloves do not keep it out. I keep coming back to the same path through an old graveyard. Doubting. Then Tara’s seed syllable, tam, Appears before me. And the [...]
Posted in Art, Creativity, Poetry on Nov 15th, 2011
Broken eggs adorn the pavement and she dreams of picking out every piece of shell. The concrete mixer brings her shovelfuls of orange sand in strong hands and clouds of fine powder with flaps of grey paper to help. But still he bangs his forehead on wood and is thumped by the mirror. The [...]
Posted in Art, Creativity, Poetry on Mar 16th, 2011
two and two again, again tiny but perfect you wrote how to take it in double the miracle in the home of the mandala something has shifted girl becomes boy his name stumbles grows into itself skin on arm wrinkled surprises body naked curls over a steadier arm for brief return to water now cradled [...]
Posted in Creativity, Poetry on Dec 18th, 2010
Robin Eye . Robin’s black eye pins me. Seems to know why I am sitting doing nothing. . Understands the thing that eludes me. Closer now by the window. . Snow settles. Rests. Christmas cards are blank. White. Magnolia. . I wish I knew how to hear how to see. . I read a poem [...]
He is an ordinary agricultural labourer worker, an ancestor, Forgotten until now. Name, time and place noted in cursive hand. She is an empty space Packed with invisible words. My blood, my tears, my years All theirs. Theirs all mine.
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