Poem: Seeing Me

You see me Free me By my side And hopelessly Loving me. The energies I have Deep inside of me Are nurtured when You’re holding me. Seek me Be me I just love/hurt In pulses like a heart And I flail in the wind And you guide You protect You strengthen Your soul Of sweet…

Poem: Sailing

Single blue night in single self Detail flushed away by the blue-black So I sail over the roof tops In the silence I am free September 2006

Poem: Live

She’ll live until you make her die Her hair grows longer and blonder. She’s a shrill reminder of who you are Of where you came from Of whom you love. With a buried instinct to pursue The meaning of self you move In and out of awkward shadows To find nothing but an uninformed dawn…

Poem: Kitty

Wait for Kitty – Wait The painful mind that bends Away she flies Over hills that Stir the soul She stands alone Atop the highest peak The lowest bow She misses not the Sound of love She seeks the stars At Night. A world Without light Blackness and Emptiness To quell the pain Remain sane…

Poem: Green Lines

Green lines learned As the night cries And the memory dies And the past is burned. I forced you there Took away your light As you sank without fight Now green lines speak despair.   March 2004  

Poem: Crying Without Sound

By the time she was nine She had perfected the art Of crying without sound. It’s all in the breathing At first it’s hard to control yourself but you slow Right Down. When she was six She was happy in her ignorance of Life Her noiseless shudders helped her Out loads and She coped By…

Poem: Badge

I wear a badge of pain A relic of our past A sign to show I belonged to you A symbol that will last I can’t forget you – can’t Frantic fingers in the cold You, familiar yet far away And our secrets cheaply sold It hurts like the Easter cactus It blossoms at my time Your…

Poem: “Anger: You”

And in the night you’re just a fly-by Can’t think nor help nor wonder why You’re a glint in the eye of disaster. Do you cry when you know you’re not past her?   See her fluttering float by   Grab-at-your-hair-hope-to-die Be angry at self, others, self She should be gathering dust on high shelf!…

Poem: Wounded

I’ve been reminded over vaguely recent times, of a long ago past, or rather, the more unsavoury aspects. Never before have the words “there but for the grace of God go I” been more pertinent. Because I have been reminded of something a long time ago, I decided to dig out the poems from that…

My Poetry in Context

It occurred to me recently that readers of my poetry might get the wrong end of the stick, because a few things might not be obvious. Let one fact be stated now, so you first of all get a good solid understanding of where I am coming from with this. I only ever wrote poetry…