Without

This is a night to call on

The neglected-too-long,

Two faced god;

Distant doorways time,

Wandering with the wide-sky

As a hat, deep dark and

Glamourous with frost-pricked stars

That will refuse to disclose the

Futures only they can know.

Walking on the tireless long legs of Memory,

Carrying my weightless ghosts around

The rainbow’d edges of the friendship nation:

Territory with secrets,

Without hiding places,

Without borders.

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Carried Away

High words, borders

And thunder’s claws

Could not keep me

From sleep last night.

And, this morning, I have skipped

Through enthusiasm’s classes

To reach this river-bank coffee pause.

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Walking Steadily Away …

 

That coming-in tide –

Be it blood, memory or saltwater –

Cannot always be friendly:

It knows nothing, after all,

Of shape, history or consequence.

We all know what we believe

To be true by the things

We decide not to let in… Continue reading

Along the Wall Today.

Along the wall today, innocents

Are suckling in warm indolence,

Happy birds singing their

Joys-to-be-alive songs:

Too-long-lonely cuckoo and

This century’s call and no-answer

Blackbird piper. With the long-storm

Passed, sundown sentry-calm

Is sinking in. At last,

It seems, the one-time

War-stones can bask

In peace.

 

25/5/2013

Water Gypsy

grebe

Pirate-eyed,

Dragon-ruffed,

Lion-maned,

Pharaoh-masked:

I am water Gypsy –

Diver of the

Deep Truth Lakes.

You are welcome to walk

The margins of the seasons,

The borders between our souls.

But, if you think

To cross the divide

There will be fierce questions.

 

Photo source: www.bbc.co.uk

28/3/2013