Thursday, March 29, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
to have and to hold
Sometimes I know what I want to say - I have my target clearly in sight, I take aim and fire my words home. But sometimes I like to roam - around the houses and through endless dictionaries. To let whatever comes come.
Monday, March 12, 2007
midnight rambler
No need to mourn. No need to shed idle tears. She is not gone. She is just forgotten. By others and lately by herself. Even time has moved on without her.
by her bed
the glass of water
gathers dust
sheets become sea -
pillows billow
as sky
And with dreams like these who would ask her to wake?
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
tidal persuasion
Sometimes its like I have so many thoughts - one at least for every stone on this, my favourite, beach. Each unique and coloured to suit and begging to be picked up and cherished, taken home and kept on the mantelpiece for a week or two. But they never stay still, they rattle and sway. The waves sweep in and reorganise, deliver a few new, wash one or two away.