dark matter gravitates
Towards our centre
Words swirl in disarray
Endlessly meditate
Fullness of weight
She doesn’t need you
He doesn’t want to see you
She doesn’t care
He has no time to spare
She has other friends
He says you’re full on
She thinks you’re just wrong
His other lover returned
Words heard but spurned
Silence consumes like a black hole.
Explode.
Then stars are flung endlessly
Like the force of creation
At the sound of those words
I care
You are there.
Fleeting, fragile / Hand made clay / vessel overflowing / temporal decay
I’ve laid bare all the fault lines
The cracks in the glaze
Dents of time, shards re-assembled
Re-fired, hand painted and saved.
From far away each seems whole
The fault lines form
An intricate filagree pattern
As if from an Artists’ hand.
Closer seen weakness revealed
No longer a pedastal piece in museum
A working vessel, much used and loved
Content seeps out slowly, replenished from above.
Raku pottery image source
We are often asked if we can refire a broken pot or a statue and make it “perfect” again. A potter simply cannot refire a pot and make it whole again. (Source)
Our lives are like a bottomless well
From which I yield buckets of
Inspiration.
I would never utter an unkind word
For fear of poisoning the source
My only hope is that I give
As much in return
Or at least not run it dry
For if I did
I would humbly say
Goodbye.
– that woman
Image source – Hamilton Springs Texas
Whatever you want me to do or say, I will do it… just say the Word.
בת daughter
By John White, Double U Poet
Sound advice
mere human
dose taken
measure of salt
from bedrock
only reason
good taste
nor revolt
salt of earth
are we
spread to nourish
cover over
unpleasantness
foul taste and toil
measured out
abundantly
one good recipe
let us not
lose our saltiness
lest we all
may spoil
Image – Salt mine worker
Some stories better left untold
Others build us prison walls
but when uttered they dissolve
unchained altar call
Like a caged bird flapping
fighting endlessly
Decides to sing its heart song
then gentle hands set free.
Poem inspired by:
Prison Fellowship of Australia – Art from Inside Project
Ever since our lives entwined / Grafted to the noble vine / Wondered whether we’d survive / The peeling bark of time
It’s easy for the enemy
to strike at the heart of me
when I wear it on my sleeve
So rather than hiding it
I cover with
amour mesh of steel
righteousness, no do-good
but right feelings, intentions
thoughts, beliefs.
Devotions to
One
One-self
One-another
Nothing else matters
A quote from Dubliners by James Joyce in “A Little Cloud”
“A light began to tremble on the horizon of his mind…
He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet’s soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was a melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy.”
Count the stars of heaven 