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Category Archives: Biography
Immersion
Deep dive into springs
Coiled anticipation
Endless well
Sensory sublime
See you in dream time
I started a joke
The best joke I ever learned
Was to laugh at myself
Mountains
Altitude enlivens
Yet fear of falling
Thin air breathlessness
Is what I'm feeling
Upon a happenstance
Of sauntering past
All the minutiae
Of words, stories
Desires burning
Within you
Shared with my ears
But once in time
Rose in my core
So now I explore
The great mountain
Of remembering
What we were
Weary
Speaking to power
Attempts to still storms
With command of breath
No matter
Wind changes
Clouds part
If you wait
Long enough
Simple
Least complicated
The way the tiniest bird
Flies so easily through
Iron bars
So too, contentment
Thoughts flee from
This waiting room
Spinning yarns
Yards of delicate spun silken cloth
Shaped and tailored
To fulsome figure
Breathing space
A few fingers on the waist
Darts and pleats
In all the right places
Spun yarns on bar stools
Stories we traded places
Design for an outfit
You and I
Something grande to wear
To a parade
Ever so slowly
A loose thread pulled
Here or there
A button popped
Dropped into beer glass
Hem frayed apart
Accessories slid off
Bar mates picked up
Broken
Sitting perched on edge
Of leather chaise lounge
Looking at your face
The flower on the sill
Alternating
Till I look down to realise
The whole time
This empress here
Singing her heart song
To cadence of onlookers
Was naked all along
Happen stance
If you happen to see her
Tell her I love her
Another year
You lit a fire
One night
Walked away
Let it blaze
Forgot to turn around
To put out the flames
So it rages
All this time
Should I not have
Fuelled its rise?
Smoke signals
Over horizon
Miles and years
From where you left
They say it's better
Clear the weeds
Let seeds burst
Another year
Pull
Strongest of morning
Nestled in pure silence
Gravitas draws down
Most poignant moment
Into my coffee cup
I dwell
Steamy thoughts fill
My nose, eyes, throat
Ravenous groan
Deep in cavernous want
Mind lifts up
Sun reddening stoic
Organ pipes above
A herald echoes
In conscious moment
Pulling me to wake
From cosy slumber
Of longing
Count the stars of heaven 