A poem reflecting on my current circumstances.

Death could drop
from the sky, anytime.
A tough human evolution.
Now, a twilight is looming
in a heart beating.
But I still see,
a sky of endless white
and a message of peace.

A short poem about a difficult day, in difficult times.

Across this dark time ,
the heroes are leaving.
The sky returns to winter ,
all I want to do is touch the light.
It’s no place for ‘Pancho and Lefty’.

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I sit alone, feelings
come and go.
Not enough care,
how a human flower blooms.
But I do, a deep
and lonely course.
Words are my anchor,
giving me hope.
In the present,
and in the future.

In spring’s darkness,                                   a sash of tears.
Outside, an old man walking
looking for a safe hand to hold.
I think of a final fantasy,
it takes me to another place.
A summer river being crossed,
and not quite dark yet.

A poem I wrote this afternoon.

Teaming with hope,
seaking meaning
in the dark and
wondering what
I should do.
Outside the sparrows
are walking,
thinking of a
life passed-by.
How useless once
the sparrows were,
to worry how to die
and life beyond.
But they knew,
only once do you have
all this, a beginners
mind once again.

I share a shelter in Taiwan,
echoes heard amid dense waves.
Dust gardens, like icing
on a Christmas cake.

Summer tongues waiting,
light and tenderly expressed.
Such gracefulness,
a cat’s love – in a moment.

A poem I wrote this afternoon about loss.

A bell tolls behind me,
leaves crunch under every step.
As I wander past a tree,
I see you again.
The tears flow on and on.
Blending the morning after
death, with your love.
Over and over again.

A walk outside and a moment with a stranger, who told me about his ‘difficult life’. I wrote this poem.

I met a man in Kaohsiung,
he sat next to me.
The smile of a stone Buddha,
and a solitary spring – he
wrote some words.
He looked hungry,
and talked to the wind.
So, we had cake and coffee.
And I thought…
what we think, we become.
But slowly, slowly.

I have been in Taiwan some time now, like many – unable to return home. The virus seems to influence our thoughts and actions.. toilet roll shelves empty in my local supermarket. Life.. goes on… I wrote this poem just now.

March flower moon,
petals promised so much.
But frozen silence
lingers in….
Awakening life,
and minds to everything.
Now, each step
a fresh breeze.
Enlightened to one reality –
the earth is safe,
when we are safe.

I saw a bird on my journey. A sketch and a poem about the experience

A wet beach night,
I saw the bird – ripped
from a knotty branch.
A silence between us,
and a sudden flight.
Alone on this island,
how slowly the light changes.