Today,
sunlight …
the colour of champagne
in a clear flute, with orange rind
the crescent of a horizon at sunset…
and all the bubbles rush past
like the liquid were hurtling through the cosmos
trailing constellations in its wake.
Month: Apr 2020
Stringing pearls
Life reveals like a Sabian mystery;
Stringing pearls on nylon thread
Pearl, a measure of time
Time, a measure of life
Life breath flows fast like water
Across jagged rocks in youth
Or pools into a still reservoir
At the midday of the soul
And in the autumn of existence
Frozen, like a slow moving glacier
Even offending memories, so sacred
Lustrous pearls cast in nacre, steadily
By a protective mantle of an inner world,
to heal, to live, to remember…
Sonnet etched in bark
It’s rugged, the trunk of this grand tree
Taller than which I’ve yet to see
And down below, an oval clearing
That could have sported a fairy ring
Holding fort in a mid air nest
A sprightly squirrel tries hard to rest
While this tree bears, a lovers mark,
Multiple sonnets thus etched in bark
Strange times of self incarceration, these,
For the modern humans, habilis
Quaint notions of holding a hand
Do digital natives quite understand?
But the breath of Spring is a grand affair
For those alive, love’s in the air
All good days …
I heard the birds today.
An urgent chirping
In unison, shrill,
Protesting the raiding of a nest.
I heard people today.
A stampede
In unison, loud,
At the store, a bewildered herd.
I heard the sky today.
An unnatural silence
In unison, pregnant,
With mourning now divided Space
I heard dairy farmers in Wisconsin.
Tearful cries
In unison, at overproduced
Spilt milk, denied to legitimate use
I heard the Media today.
Lies of omission
In unison, after two months
That San Rafael disappeared overnight
I heard friends across borders.
Happy, lighthearted banter
In unison, drinking to
good old days and more to come
The Erudite Boeotian 