My drawing.
Talking to the dying
Death
All at once
My picture
I’m supposed to be a poet,
words coming night and day.
Wisdom in the dark,
and aware of death like a giant spider.
But sometimes, I have no idea
what I’m trying to accomplish
So, I wonder where the
summer flies have gone.
Then, as if by magic….. I recapture total clarity
and create a work of art.
The strange death of a fish
I saw the fish,
as I approached the river.
Black flies gathering,
leaves filling in the tangle.
Empty plastic bottles,
that cried like tears…..too recent to rot.
‘Poor soul’, I thought…..floating in the river.
A space between bricks,
and nobody minded at all.
Hard Times
My drawing this evening
I read some lines
“agony, always agony”
Some people think this
trying to face the sun
in the morning.
Others, when I ask them for help.
For some, just being dead
would be fair enough.
Words like ‘poetry’ and ‘rigor’
are very tiresome, in the wrong hands.
So, while the universe
tries to swallow us all….
I shut away nothing.
And listen for the birds singing.
Sleeping in the sun
My drawing. I came across a man sleeping rough this evening and tried to talk/ Language was an issue….but I tried.
I saw him on the street,
sleeping rough.
Right next to the flowers,
their presence smells…..
like poverty.
A few lousy coins,
given by a passerby.
Enough to buy a drink.
He drinks baijiu,
in the shade of a peach tree.
He told me
he wants to buy the moon.
I thought….. he needs
a lot more coins for that.
So I walked on…..
And so, death
My Drawing.
Once a raging sea,
and ground churned-up
…..a wild breezing affair
Now, our dream wandering
over withered fields
….and so, death.
Dark silence
My Picture: No electricity in my apartment.. again. So I picked up a book of poems… and wrote a short poem 🙂
Sprung-forward darkness
watches me approach.
A page of Bukowski,
brightens and dims
the passing day.
Pushing inside,
the rains of spring
and summer moon.
Death knows nothing now.
Birth and death
My drawing.
So, we agreed
you would not die before me.
Already a death poem,
hidden in the melting snow.
And soon
the fireflies vanished.
There’s nothing more.
Clouds of pain
My picture.
Tell me of pain,
what do you know?
I can recollect
when the shadows
of the night came out.
I have never killed,
only ever loved.
Yet, there has been
so much pain…..
with passion
and prolonged silence….
Tell me what you know,
about pain?
Blackout
My picture: Electricity loss is a common occurrence…so when it happens (as it did tonight)…I try and be creative 🙂
No power again tonight,
a field of evening silence.
Shadows caught on nails
and poems by candlelight.
A Wandering Poet 