As under the tiptoeing arches of her
smile he sheds his unrest his longing
mellow and song-spun the wide summer
leaves tremble green and fresh with dew
guarding love in the blessed evening cool
and keen as a knife touching the skin
burning his flagship in the weak
wonderful moment of happiness drowning
his soul in a million fathoms in her pale
destiny as she draws him down into her
warmth tracing her features indelibly in
the palm of his body to smooth the edges
of his grief it feels forever. Click here
Poetry
Tuesday, March 16th, 2010
Paragraphs
Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010
There can be no monopoly of grief
I was dismayed to find myself dismayed the other day
that someone had laid a bowl of crocuses on your grave
in the place where I lay my Sunday flowers
usurping I thought the raw memory of my loss. Click here
Monday, January 25th, 2010
First and final love
Once upon a time, a log – of dense, aromatic wood – lying in the forest, was happily ablaze.
Until one day, some people discovered the log and covered it with sand to extinguish the fire, thinking it unseemly, and possibly dangerous.
Many years later, a man searching for a rare species, came across the mound of sand that concealed the log.
To his astonishment, when he removed the sand to find what was underneath, the fire reignited and fierce flames sprang from the log.
Miraculously, the fire had survived all those years without oxygen as a dormant glow deep within the wood.
Wednesday, November 25th, 2009
Long distance lover
I want to marry you. Don’t
bother me with the facts:
that we’ve never met; that you
might have other arrangements.
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Wednesday, November 25th, 2009
Poem for Christmas
In a matchless moonless night at the year’s turning a
star as rare as truth begins its silver journey over the
wide shoulder of the earth glancing by the white
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