Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Sunday 11 June 2023

The Sentient Quest

"Sentience" - the capacity to feel, perceive, or experience subjectively

The Thinker, RodinFigures across an expanse of snow,
Others, far down and hovering in the deep.
And on they go, Scanning screens for stars.
All hearing the ancient echo,
Perhaps.
All on a quest that
Started with sentience.

Somewhere out there?
Above, beneath 
Or just a just a little further on?
Maybe it's deep inside.
We will seek forever 
If we can

Are we questing for truth 
Or just carrying it?
Outside, inside 
Perhaps hovering deep,
And awaiting the scanning,
Is that really a good cosmic echo?
So we shall quest on,
Perhaps, long passed  our sentience.


Thursday 9 February 2023

Sunshine on a winter's afternoon

Sunshine on a winter's afternoon 
Sunlight on a Winter's Afternoon
Is always special.
There is a quality to
in its chilliness
Which confuses the senses
And its briefness
Followed by a dark
And frosty evening
Or perhaps mist.
So different and short lived.
Time for tea

Wednesday 8 February 2023

It is by the singing of my heart

It is by the singing of my heart that I know you
And that my heart beats to your rhythm now.
That frightens me a little..
I am not used to it,

And the sharing of my bed with all that means
And that it feels as if it was always so
And you know it wasn't
I shouldn't feel used to it.

Your face has been a part of me so long
You were always there with us, caring
Though reluctantly at first.

You didn't make the choice
Nor I.
It was reluctantly at first
And no, I shouldn't feel used to it.


Thursday 9 April 2020

Fleet footed to ecstatic wings

The wolf solitary,
Alpha and Omega, 
Strength in the shoulder,
Fur that absorbs,
Journeying
Across vast plains
To meet mountains,
Green with trees,
Then scrub,
To rocky summit.
Breathless
Above the clouds,
Glistening in light,
An endless exchange,
Of colours,
Noon through to dusk,
And on to scented night.
Losing the comfort
Of warm fur
For wings,
Beyond colour,
Beyond description.


Sunday 22 March 2020

Estuary Thoughts

There was the wolf
Sitting beside me,
My fingers warm
In the fur at his neck.
We sat in silence
On the estuary bank.
The teasing smell of seaweed,
And sweet mud, in our nostrils.
With water moving
Gently below us.
And all the pain,
All the fear,
All the loneliness,
Went drifting on the breeze,
As the tide turned.
And the river,
That mighty father/mother
Of the valley,
Carried water
Of the Welsh hills,
Down to a forgiving sea.

Monday 26 November 2018

Shadow Land

A wolf walked with me once.
Or did I walk with him?
I know he set the pace.
We padded softly
Through a shadow land.
He knew me then,
Watching with gentle eyes.
And when we heard the drum,
We'd dance.
And we would run,
My heart beating fast,
Me, gasping for breath.
Until we came one day
Into a glade of light.
And there he left me.
 

Optimism

The fruit is eaten,
The commitment made.
The seed is planted
In cool earth;
A gentle womb in which
To rest the winter through.
And then, first stirrings;
Cell by cell awakening,
Slowly, but quickening,
Bursting,
Into a world unready,
Tender, fragile,
But full of optimism.

Monday 8 October 2018

Scribbling on trains

How many poets are there writing on commuter trains?
Does every carriage contain someone?
Are they scribbling in a notebook?
Or tapping their phone?
Each one reflecting on their own view reality.
While the world is too busy to look.
But each one wants to share something,
And sometimes someone peers over another's shoulder.
And wonders!
Meanwhile each one adopts the rules
Specific to writing on trains,
Pretending not to want attention.

Wednesday 18 April 2018

Roses, roses, all the way

Thus, the rose,
Is rose red.
Not pink.
No, never pink.
I'm not a pink.
Oh, why not pink?
Is pink too girly?
Probably!
I don't do pink.
I do red, though.
The reddest red.
Passion,
Even though
All passion's spent.
A dusty red?
Perhaps,
A little like
Dried blood?
Oh, no,
More like an old red rose.
Yes, that's me.

Sunday 2 July 2017

I am the child of light


I am the child of light.
Tenacious child!
Always there,
Present, constant like the sea,
Ebbing and flowing,
With the breath.

I am the child of light.
The fluid child!
Forever in flux,
Dissolving and re-assembling,
Foaming and reforming,
Marking each tide.

I am the child of light.
Starburst child!
Born of the galaxy,
Closer than a heart beat,
Loud as a thunder clap,
And softer than a rose.

Wednesday 28 June 2017

Spirit Music


I waited
And I'm waiting again.
And dreaming
As I did then
Long ago.

Far away I had
The same dream.
Now, it's a new day.
And, again you show me
A wisp of  reality.

But you play with my dreams
As you play with your music.
Making for me a lovely melody
That's lost on the wind
And forgotten

Friday 6 September 2013

DRIVE TIME

Drive Time

An Afternoon,
Somewhere between autumn and winter,
And we are driving,
I don't know where.
I can't remember why.
Sometimes, we just started driving.
Was there a destination?
That piece of road,
Seen through the filtered sunlight,
Stays with me,
And I don't know why

Friday 20 April 2007

For the Healing

Two "blocks" of wood crossed over on...
  
In the darkness
Drums are beating
Telling of a ancient wrong
Do you hear them
Oh my Sister?
Can you sing
Old sorrow's song?
Did your Mother
Tell the story
As you sat beside her hearth?
Did your Father
Tell your Brother
As they trod the forest path?
Song of sorrow
Song of history
Like a birthmark on the skin
Only love can heal the wound now!
Only love forgive the sin
Love sung out
By hearth,
In forest
Let the heart song
Now begin

Friday 30 March 2007

Choice

Long ago and somewhere else,
In the warm and scented evening,
You sat cross-legged beside my door.
Your deep brown voice sent tremors through me
As you told the old stories;
Memories of those other days.
I hear that voice
Now, as I sit here in the city.
I can see your heavy-lidded eyes, half shut;
Almost a trance between us.
Somewhere, a dog howls like a wolf,
And a choice is made.
You are no more my hero.
And you never were my friend.
We both knew that from that day,
I would no longer wake alone.

Tuesday 13 March 2007

For the Gathering!

Brother Eagle
Brother Condor
Share the air
My mighty Brothers
Born of one united Sun
Glide together
Mighty Brothers
Honour us
Beneath your wings
Brother Eagle
Brother Condor
Bless your children
Make us one
Born of wisdom
Born of wonder
Let your People
Stand as one

Why the wolf howls

Hear our people
In the forest
You with us
Make up the whole

Leaf and tree
And rock and mountain
Tremble inside you
With our call

Fathers of your
Skin and sinew
Mothers of your
Blood and bone

We are here
Willing to guide you
We are here
To run beside you

Listen now
The call's compelling
Come to us
The wild is free









Friday 23 February 2007

High White or Mossy

I used to live alone
In a high, white, house.
Sepulchral and remote,
Stone built,
It felt like ancient bones.

Now I live in
A quite different place,
Verdant,
Ringing with voices,
And the sound of water!

My desert house
Would crack in the sun at noon.
My forest house is flexible,
Stretching with sunshine
As it falls through the leaves.

Desert thought was ever clear and other.
Green thought is chaotic but always now!

Tuesday 20 February 2007

Tatanka Beat

Thunder
Thunder
Little Brother
Do you hear them
Drumming deeply
They are coming
Little Brother
To reclaim
Their holy land
Thunder
Thunder
Little Brother
Ancient herds
Are drumming deeply
And your gentle
Feathered Brother
Leads them onward
Take my hand
You can follow
Little Brother
Herd and tribe
Are one again
Thunder
Thunder
Little Brother
Heart of beast
And soul of man