Dec 232012
 

Becoming quiet

My reach is for a level that is a quantum and uninfluenced
valley with a gentle slope
always mountains within reach, to climb
but sustainable
just here

I’m off for a run
If I think no further than this
I am happy and content
I know I will push myself
and breath deep
I know I will be happy at this small accomplishment
when I return
and drink hot tea
and, most odd, light a cigar
If I think beyond this going for a run
there may be mysteries, queries, problems or riddles to solve
and it gets more difficult

Quiet

Dec 232012
 

Dizzy and Rudolf

Dizzy Gillespie and Rudolf Nureyev died today, together

Well not – together
but their demise on the same day was a lot to take
I mean apart from the sadness and loss their close friends and family might feel – who will fill their energetic and artful shoes?

It raises the question – does this happen – when “greats” disappear Is there a new genius or prominent talented being nurtured somewhere in India? Is he a teenager in Sumatra or a babe in arms in Rome as we speak? A sort of replacement for those lost and what they offered.

Dec 232012
 

Tennessee Williams talking

Suddenly, last summer
I heard and saw Tennessee Williams
talking

He looked crazed, mad and totally unreliable
A distinct accent so elaborate it sounds
contrived
but, it’s too rough for that
His voice cuts through any impression he gives
He’s crazed alright!

Dec 232012
 

Lost for a moment

A hot dance flowed across my forehead
A thick shield raised in considered defense
Pierced by whimsical objection
Allowing a scathing sharpened comment to
wound the outer sensibility
the nick of a sword
Like a warm winter coat removed too soon
before the fire of comfort can restore
the inner glow
A drop of dew crafting carefully stolen fresh days

Outside the day moves on , pulled
beyond my view for a moment
rewards, taken, given
The sun has been directed to warm
all is forgiven
or
as choice makes it
forgotten
This light illuminates the ideas of
ideals
and constructs words into monuments
with the deepest foundations.

Dec 232012
 

Change my sight

I can’t see the world with eyes that are not mine
but that’s how I’ve been trained

I can’t like the people I don’t know
but that’s the way they remain

I can’t decide the truth of the show
but then real life is such a drain

I can’t decide if I want to take this

But then it’s mine for me to change

I can refocus
I can teach my sight

I can find the meaning and keep it by me
keep it tight

Dec 232012
 

What if they take it seriously?

What if they take it seriously?
They may discover
They may come to know those things
I close the curtains to conceal

What if….
they
take it seriously…
I may make a friend or two
But will they suspect me forever
of romantic feelings of dreamed thoughts
Will they disqualify me from
a responsible slot
from being a rung, strong enough to support
a climb to higher ground
I must cloak this expression of my soul
in warm and funny tones
What if….
If they are not kind
my words on their tongues
could kill.

What if they take it seriously
What of me then….
They may discover……..me.

Dec 232012
 

Thought I could help

The pressure is great
it’s troubling because the striving of a friend seems to resemble
a child at play – picking up a toy and before examining all its gleam and pleasure has jumped and skipped to the next ploy
It’s troubling because … what do I say
It’s like a game I don’t want to join in
because I prefer another game but I do not want to discourage the child at play – if only because I know the toys I choose might not another, amuse!
It’s troubling – and I hope it works out,
like I admire a champion though I have no interest in his game.

Dec 092011
 

Bit of glitter

Can always do with a merry go round

A bit of a whirring light from the cafe above Things are moving into their places for Christmas Lights

Abit of glitter

Sliver

Gold

Blue lights

Red and Green