Shit Storm

Resent the now
Because something else should be
No one’s fault
But the fool you were
When you made the choices
That now enslave you
Perhaps you knew this was
The hardest path
But took it anyways
Or was blinded
By your own arrogance
And assumptions of growth
Forgetting you’re just a man
With an expiry date
And a mind not half so clear
As the pool that reflects the moon
The fate of an intelligent idiot
Is to get everything he planned for himself
And miss all he could have had
By accident
So full up with all he knows
He can’t see the vast sea he’s never sailed
Better by far to be ignorant
And know it
Such a man can never be taken by surprise
Expecting at any time
To fall from grace
Into another shit storm

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Careless breath

Splendid castles
Shattered by the careless breath
Of God

Skeleton 

So many memories
Old lives left behind
What remains?
A skeleton wearing today’s clothes
How I long for you
My anchor
To make all this real again

Biggest Fish

Life streams by
Water through the net
The few fish caught make us who we are
A pale distorted image
Of our own history
Easily lost in the eddies and swirls of living
While the biggest fish swims free

Till Winter

Birds chirp in the empty sky
Poplars reach for heaven
Only a few leaves left now
Till Winter

Think For a While

​Think for a while
On those gone too soon
Those better folk
Who thought a life not free
Worth less than death
If that death bought
The chance at peace and love
For those that remain
We remain
And we remember

How to Write Poetry

How to write poetry
With a screaming toddler
And a nagging wife?
I suppose it should be here
As much as in the dreams of my youth
Nights of smoke and beer
And pregnant possibility
If only one knows how to look

Warm Hay Barn

Autumn moon sails low
Over auburn trees and dew laden fields
A solitary cow lows at the creeping chill
She longs for an hour or two more
In the warm hay barn

Before the Fall

The winds of autumn call me
Take joy in drawing in of night
Shadows and leaves crowd the borders
Each bright morning less defiant than the last
Each dragonfly along the fence
Drinks deep the dregs of the year
One last toast before the fall

Four sides of Sky

One small slice of life
Eight stars that form a plough
Four sides of sky
Two trees
One blinking eye
Is there anymore than one can see?
Only what the mind can make

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