Tag Archives: light

morning

light from the cockatoo dawn

dances on my chest

maybe it has been absorbed

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corners of star

the corners of star

dark

no

sharp

no

the nature is light

the corners of my eye

dark

yes

sharp

yes

believing in contrast

just

for

fun

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Cauldrons of Wishful Thought

 

Where buildings are people

compressed, transparent and towering

a metaphoric world

of shafted crystal noise

muted light

and waves of impermanent heat

…………fly in !

Old dragon

offering

tunnels of copper

cauldrons of wishful thought

and sensual delight

flavoured

to warm one beyond

sensical

reckoning……

so swirling skyward

I break out of my leather

encapsulating bondage

and into a pattern of potential re me m be ring

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A Hero Dance Spectacular

 

my response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies  , below is the sixth of ten poems.

 

Moving the clouds and crowds

spreading sleeping seeds

aloft on silken water

 

The strength it takes to burst like juice

through skin into sunshine

to crack the husk of subtle reiteration.

 

Music dictates a circular journey

but thought remains linear and well trodden.

Perch upon a note to harvest certain joy

of edgeless transparent space

 

SOME ARE BORN FULLY FORMED

and bring to the table songs from beyond the inky womb

but most, like I, left much behind……

and it is a .. . . s  l … o  .. . .w  .  .  .  uncurling

to the hero dance spectacular

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Velvet White

 

sometimes

the nipping is intolerable

the mind arches in

its cauldron of

molten manipulation

agony

but the warrior

wreathed in jasmine

slides into place

and touches the heart

with the tip of her silver sword

manifesting love

I am granted respite

amongst the velvet white

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Released

 

Thin lines of light

fall

a forest of

indivisibility

the cage door unhinges gently

footsteps on the air

folding like silver skin

sliding through the glass

 

 

Sweet-Skin Child

 

 

I offer my cup to you,

sip

sip

sweet-skin child

woman not quite.

I stroke your mind

with

words,

encouraging in their colour.

Your hopeful eyes

hardly blink.

Your body tips forward

floating flowers fill your ears,

l o v e yourself l o v e yourself l o v e yourself

My mother thumbs

gently mould,

I can see

YOU !

Wings sail your soul and your glory a spray of ultra marine

my palms and heart are clean,

my mind a pillow for your fear.

Take your silver coin

my darling,

ride the light be free.