Thankful Words from a Single Photograph
Thankful for it all.
For the seemingly unjust
alongside the
well deserved.
Its stark opposite.
Each plays its part.
Each might hold
equal measure …
The Emperor Who Had The Last Laugh
So the Emperor had no clothes.
And we laughed.
As we all walk around
clothed as anyone
but ourselves.
We Are Fragile Together
We are fragile. You and me.
Though we act strong,
our lives are
held together with
thoughts of where
we might be tomorrow.
And of disappointed
yesterdays …
Fools in the Dim Light
We are fools.
Scrambling in
the dim light
of the surface.
Rearranging
circumstance
blindly.
In the hope that
we’ll find the
answer …
NB : there is a film attached for all fools.
Beyond My Prior Courage
Might the cause of my misfortune
live somewhere beneath the
seemingly clear reasons
why, and why not.
Somewhere darkened, and
beyond all my prior courage.
And if so, might I find such
courage to face all
that will from this moment,
become uncertain.
Dreams of No Interest
‘I have absolutely no interest
in the dreams you so
earnestly chase,’
spoke his soul …
One Same Heartbeat
Each of us stand seemingly
alone, as we cry out
for evidence
that we belong.
And as we cry out silently
through the actions
of our every day,
we step further
from our own sight …
In a Far Off Corner
There are no far off corners
in this wide wide world.
And there are no separate lives …
On Wearing a ‘This is Enough’ Face
A man sits quietly with his dog. He often sits quietly with his dog. She, with her ‘this is enough’ face. He, with his matching ‘nothing need be different’ expression …
A Girl Struck Silent
Perhaps I wrote these few words about a character everyone knows. Or perhaps I wrote it for everyone who ever uttered a single word.
‘A Girl Struck Silent’
A girl whose words filled
every conceivable space,
was struck totally
and utterly silent …
A Place Beyond Description
You and me
amongst
the silence.
So as not to
shatter it
with words
that never
should
have
been …
Lonely in a Crowd
She stood lonely in a crowd.
Her tears too afraid to
show themselves.
Hiding behind words
she didn’t believe.
And a face too
fragile to belong …
Under the Stars
When did you last lie
still as still can be,
and breathe in
the stars?
For they sit patiently
each night,
waiting for you
to share the
honesty of your dreams.
A Two Person Plan with Borderless Skies
Let’s stand still
as still can be.
Then you be you.
And I’ll be me …
The Edges of the Sky
For if you don’t,
you may as well
round your
shoulders
and shuffle lifelessly
towards a cold
unwelcoming grave …
The Smile That Fell Off
How could anyone hope to see her?
Through the brilliant white teeth of a smile that unwillingly joined her two ears …
But Said the Fool
‘What if it were so much
simpler than that’
said the wiseman.
‘But …’ said the fool.
Undivided and So Still Attention
Before your words
of encouragement
and well-timed advice.
Before items gifted at
beyond an arms length.
Did you ever consider
the one thing that
might turn the
entire world
on its axis.
Your undivided
and so still attention …
The Shackles Fell
The shackles fell
on admission
that he had been
the one
who had fastened
them so very tight …
The Reflection
As I gaze into the world, I realise
that nothing falters in its
ability to reflect what
I’ve come here to see.
My challenge remains
to admit
to what it is
that I’ve seen.
Life and the Diabolical Hand
‘What a diabolical hand I’ve been dealt’
considered the man with
misinformed eyesight.
Unaware that he was at
the very center of the
most privileged of games.
The Whisper and the Echo
A man looked for meaning.
For his very place in life.
He searched high and low.
He’d often hear a whisper, calling
his name from the other side
of what seemed like a door …
A Knowing Deep in Tired Bones
A significant decision.
Put off until a tomorrow
that might never appear …
The Man with Perfect Feet
A perfect man with perfect feet
resting on the perfect place
would continue to jump
in the hope that
he might reach
the place he believed
would be just right …
Meaningful Breath
He and she. And you and I.
Seldom catch sight
of the space.
Of the space in which to
notice where we stand.
In which to draw
meaningful breath.
So what are we to do?
You and I.
What are we to do?
