Poem for Today

Quick

Red Drink,
Wet and swirling,
Dancing around each tooth.
Running up in tiny waves,
To smash against white stones.

Walking in circles of wine,
To miss you a little less.

Sept. 2012

Poem for Today

Breeze

When the wind swirled over you,

You dropped off your branch,

Letting love envelope you, and push you out.

So you went,

drifting and spinning,

Cast high over pools of water,

And the roots of your own tree.

But when the blowing stops,

I see you float down,

Coming close to the ground again.

No matter what happens now,

I don’t think the earth will trap you again.

Aug 2012.

Poem for Today

Water

The nakedness of water,
Its tender, pulsing flow,
It weaves around my lover's body,
Holding her close as she swims.

Touching every morsel of her,
Spiraling in her fingers,
Caressing the webs of her toes,
It surrounds her, and holds her up,
Not missing any part of her.
Even the ocean makes me jealous.

July 2012

Poem for Today

Empire of the Office Worker

Sometimes, standing in the hallway,
After everyone has left,
That is when I feel the most lonely.

The empty building,
And the hollow, bright lights,
With their four way shadow,
Humming like a chorus of tired servants,
That is my empire.

You carry me in captivity,
Requiring of me this love,
When your heart breaks this time,
I don't think you will cry anymore.

June 2012

Poem for Today

(I met a small animal in the desert night a few days ago.
It was a lovely little fox, with large ears. We stood together for a moment.)


Meeting in the Sand

Hello desert fox,

I stumble into you,

We meet in the dark by chance,

It makes me want to tell you sorry.

For a moment we stand together,
The steady dry wind cracking us,
Crumbling, like my childhood drawings.

Syrup of stars above us,
Let's bathe in the sparkling black.

We move apart,
Trying to find our own ways home.

June 2012

Poem for Today

Changed

When you became no longer shy,
Doing the slight acts of life in front of me,
Changing openly at the foot of the bed,
Brushing your hair in the kitchen,
Pulling on the old, and secret clothes that you liked best,
I knew I had set you free again.

When you read me your poems,
With no fear or embarrassment,
In a round voice ,
To make me understand,
I felt like I was in your family.

Even being so in love,
It doesn't stop me seeing,
That you are something new everyday.

April 2012

Poem for Today

Print

Like a sodden newspaper,
Trampled into mud,
Twisted and cushed into a blurred pudding.

Indistinct,
Areas of white,
So that the writing means nothing.

Did I also have meaning once?
Sliding through the earth with a purpose?

It's been so long I can't tell anymore.

March 2012

Poem for Today / Haiku

Awake with my Loves

Seeing you in grey
Princess of night's cold moonlight
The sun craves your face

Poem for Today

Words

Some of my best words,

Immortal writings,

Letters, and nouns, and verbs...

Things I thought would change the world,

And they are all gone.

Dissolved like headache powder,

Into a dull glaze of white,

Swirling in a nightstand glass.

Everything I wanted to write is forgotten.

Vanished syllables,

And only because,

I had no pen when the words came to me,

So I could not pull them down from the air,

And make scrapings of them on paper.

Only the wine was in front of me when the words came,

Now, it is only the ache for you that I recall. 

Feb 2012

Poem for Today

When I Knew

I knew you loved me,
When you held me very tightly,
Without caring for anything else,
Drawing me into you,
To make one person.

It was that time we visited the cemetery
And I suddenly wept on your shoulder,
Shuddering sobs that came for people of long ago,
You said nothing,
But I felt the strength in your arms,
As you let me clear my heart.

Feb 2012

Poem for Today

So Long

Looking for sustenance,
Opening the doors of empty cupboards,
No longer knowing what I need,
Trying to fill the hollowness.

The feeling of pebbles, shiny, 
Glittering, they roll over me,
Not hurting, but aching,
As if it is chronic,
And there will be no end.

Without love for so long,
I still miss the particular,
The taste and crunch of being in your days,
Thoughts consume me and I stay hungry. 


Jan/Feb 2011

Poem for Today

Hungry

After being hungry for so long,
One doesn't miss any particular type of food anymore.
No more caring for bright, tangy berries,
No remembering the totally surrounding smell,
Of grilled meat in late evenings,
Not even the heavily crusted French bread,
Or the dry bite of red wine.

It's only you I crave,
Tasteless like color,
My closed eyes try to remember, but it's not there.

Jan/Feb 2011

All Creatures...

This morning I went to the airfield to pick up a colleague. While I was waiting in the cool morning, I heard the familiar but always pleasing sound of my friends the sparrows. Small groups of them were nestled in the top of the metal prefab building, and in the rolled up windows of tents. Many of them were paired up in couples. The males have a darker head, and a patch of black under the little beak. The females are a dull tan color, and a tiny bit slimmer.

They cruise and flutter and spin in the air. It seems more like a liquid to them; that is how easily they move in it. No matter what happens, I hope I will always feel a delight and pleasure and joy in seeing and hearing them. It is as if they are my family, and sometimes I can feel close to them. Of course, to them I am just another silly human to aim poop at. Still, I look on them from afar and smile.



Later...This evening I went for a meal in the dining facility and noticed a small black cat. It looked like a youngster and I had seen it before a few weeks ago. It was crouched under a mailbox - secure in the shadows. Feeding or keeping animals is prohibited. However, as soon as the small creature saw me it came out immediately! It came close to my legs, and wanted to seek contact. I would have petted it, and dearly wanted to caress its little elegant face with my fingers. Yet, I did not want to draw attention to myself or the cat. I backed away, but when I came out later, I had a small plate of tuna which I placed on the ground for it. I did so while no one was looking,  and then I quietly slinked away.
I looked back to see it engrossed in eating, and I felt that I had at least done some good for today.

Poem for Today

Different Now

Winter's mask is hung on the trees,
As the sun goes early.
The greens turning to infinite blacks,
With the soaking damp night,
Coming through my pockets quickly,
Rippling cold onto my skin.

Being lost in the forest,
Comes with a terror that life is all over,
And then a resigned heart,
Meeting its end,
Stumbling forever, without sustenance.


Then a sudden flicker, just once and very quick.
So that I am not sure of the light.
I drift closer, too afraid to hope,
But there is a gleam, dull as phosphor.


The void of the trees opens,
So that there you are.
With the candle showing your smile,
And the wisdom in your eyes.

Your face comes close, 
And I am safe.



Jan 2012