the blossom came early, dressed in white finery
even though the nights are still so cold
that the stars fall from the heavens
and lie shattered and sparkling on the morning grass
...
Alone, I walked out in the night
Watched the stars,
watch me watching them.
...
Sometimes, in dark of the night
When the rain is drumming out rhythms
Of sweet loneliness and regret
On my windowed pain.
...
Pearls from the sea,
diamonds from the mountain.
White gold from the river's start,
beauties where we found them.
...
storm soaked by salt water
on this ocean of sighs
I pitch and roll
helpless -
...
How many love poems,
end in love requited?
How many the hands won,
with pretty words?
...
The evening draws to a close
Excuses are made and we
- say our goodbyes
...
clicking moments
listlessly away
days escape like loosely held sand
the road less travelled seems lost
...
The moon dark night,
echoing with the cicada song
of four X tinnies. Lit
with a rich golden hue.
...
One note follows another,
footsteps on a path,
that doesn't end
but fades away, some day
...
If beauty lies
in the eyes of beholders
how then can we know
beauty's
...
Come gently to me at the day's end,
Whisper sweet nothings to me.
Take me and break me and make me.
A woman again.
...
Elephants' noses
pluck roses
to make posies -
that smell nice when they float,
...
walking past windows
flowing over
and over
with a surfeit of superficial clevernesses.
...
To steal a soul:
One takes a ball of string,
Sneakses out of the woods,
Quiet-quiet as anything.
...
I was born, since then I have been living, or something.)
Dizzy In Springtime
the blossom came early, dressed in white finery
even though the nights are still so cold
that the stars fall from the heavens
and lie shattered and sparkling on the morning grass
recognising once more its immemorial springtime lover
the wind's tender arms embrace the blossom's slender form
and hold it in timeless motion, in passion.
i drink a cup of rich warming red wine
to stave off the sharp taste of winter
and spin, giddy as a silent celluloid heroine
dancing alongside the blossom and the wind
till I fall, and lie still on the grass
the world itself whirling now in endless dance