Poetry, spiritual, nature, oceans, love, trees
In the quiet shade
of the afternoon of my life
I knew I had been lying to myself
about this part
there is no comfort or joy
in abandonment and withdrawal
the task must always be done
though it cannot be completed
there is a lost harmony
between the unspoken voice
and the moon and tides of yearning
for what you need today
and what you thought you had
but lost yesterday
though it was never in your grasp
There is a hole
in the end of the day
where the didn’t do
slide away
into a space
without a face
where the lost
can come to play
The flowers
you put in the vase
are withered and brown
they aren’t going to revive
Rainbow colour
scenes of life
cascade
across the screen
blink
a name here
a face there
a voice of longing
eyes of fear
change the channel
hands up
into the light of day
I brushed someone’s hair
in the mirror
I hope they appreciate it
I did my best
Why did you go up
on that wall she said
to the collection of ill fitting
bits and pieces beside her
glue everywhere
it didn’t look like humpty
or the king’s horses
or any other crazy stuff
was going to glue this mess
together again
why did you go up there
she asked
Minute leaves hung
in the time tree
restless in the breeze
of forgotten ambition
some a rich green
quickened in truth
and a gentle shower
of yearning
they did not know
or expect
they might one day shuffle
in the dry wind below
with the crushed
and disappointed hopes
of hours of days of years
lifetimes
in the sun of born
and the night of gone
I don’t know the source
of the pulsing river
flowing through my veins
and out my fingertips
sometimes I hear the roar
of waterfalls
cascading through the bending
rapids of my knees
but the small boat sailing
from the center of the lake
cannot be allowed to sink
everything depends on that
All the king’s horses
were unravelling
like stuffed dolls
cooked in broken clay ovens
their yearning threads
reaching for the spicy glory
that was theirs when life
had shape and meaning
like a calloused hand
gripping faded driftwood
washed up on a beach
in a forgotten desert
When I showed you
my latest poem
you said it looked good
and especially this line
then you took a silver fork
scooped it up and ate it
mmmm you said
I was shocked
then line by line
you consumed
my entire poem
and it was gone
delicious you said
daninmaya 