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

Discomfort

If one wishes to become hypersensitised to discomfort
One only needs to stay comfortable at all costs
If one wishes to lose all enjoyment in life
One needs only indulge in every whim

Till Winter

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

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

Reason

To ask for a reason is a childish thing
Life comes first
All reasons follow

Identical app

There is only one ‘I’ in the world
An identical app
Running on 7 billion brains
Spread by language
Never changing
Eternally now
Always thinking of other things

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