As the first cotton seeds broke
and the fluff floated about in the fine breeze,
we ran in circles, you and I, catching the handfuls
only to blow them around;... more »
I sensed the struggle in mid-sleep.
Neither in dream nor awakened unease
The flutter and the tremor of misjudged flight
Out of long forgotten lore: perhaps, the last... more »
My gods have a thousand eyes
a thousand pair of hands and feet
They travel up and down,
edgeways, sideways,... more »
I write poetry for the main
as a private submission
of a brain
misguided by the song and march of words... more »
All things remain unsaid till he leaves the room.
Now the parrot takes off from the low hanging branch just
Outside the window; there were three—only a whir of wings
To confirm the exit. The ...... more »
I draw my dreams up tightly
around me every night
and make a soft cocoon of kingly wisdom.
In plain black and white I loll.... more »
I like to let the word fly about
Not tied down to its meanings
Like a dog on a leash
And be walked on the beach.... more »
I love streamers and trailers.
Linked to something it might be easy to trail
Streaming in the wind.
But there is always something to follow.
I love sparklers lit on both sides
They are quick to sign off!
They leave a secret trail
Of streaming sense
Written in the blackness of coal.