Leave your last line unwritten,
Invisible. Fly; free yourself;
Feel the ground shift. Stand,
Establish the truth of you.
Stake something, everything, in the telling.
Till, unearth, cultivate. Let your
Outflow, overflow. Encompass all.
Relentlessly unremember regrets. Know,
You were here.
Amble enchanting backstreets,
pretty little parks, and
It’s a wonderful place.
treasure trove of
(Found poetry – words from Lonely Planet Paris Encounter 2007)
i’m a nothing
– like gaps in a bamboo fence
letting in every inferior thing –
woman with no man
Pay homage to the departed
A collection of villages, this
hectare of cobbled lanes,
elaborate tombs, the size
of small houses.
Long-standing tradition –
A code of conduct
for homages, to the
This stately quarter doesn’t rock after dark.
(but night owls will find plenty of options nearby)
(Found poetry – Words from Lonely Planet, Paris Encounter, May 2007)
Mortal sin, i know
i did consider
To keep a secret,
resolved, to shed
my mortal skin.
In the darkness, stir
and swirl, a
Like hunting a spectre,
had not found me worth the taking.
(Words from various Brother Cadfael adventures by Ellis Peters)
Vigorous purposed beings
Corded flesh warm blood
Belie life’s fragility
All the world is connected
One to another
forged by a common source
Dangling like pearly pendants
mirrored on grey-streaked window
Her prancing should have warned me
She would not be seen with the likes of us
White. Predominantly. The only thing my mind could take in. A place, completely whitewashed to stay in. Safe. Until, shadows seep in. And break off into shapes, rushing off, in, around. A swirl of starched white with a flurry of arms, heads, faces that you think you should focus on, must focus on. After all they might be important. Telling you, please move outside, as they draw curtains shutting them off. Shutting you out.
Nightmares. That sinking sensation of being sucked down into quicksand. Mouth wide open in a silent scream. Tongue dry-glued to the roof of your mouth. Jellied limbs, torturous, as you try to move, to escape whatever danger pursues you.
But at least, you wake up from nightmares.
Just not this one. No, not this one. This was one nightmare that threatened to entrap one completely, eternally in its murky depths.
That nauseating feeling that reality is about to intrude. And then when you awake with a swirling of thoughts, you realise the nightmare is a certainty and you are alone. Your loved one is gone.
When you put your arms around
me, lean in and tell me why
I never saw you come around to
visit her when she was well
and fully alive!