Poetry evening

December limerick: the proper crossing of lines

The proper crossing of lines

The slowing down of time

The fire in the fight that is fighting the fight

A quietly chaotic calm settles into the space you left.

The forest conceals the entrance to its path at night.

Tercet: Life, long enough

A short series 

Of serious lessons
Is Life, long enough

Water crystal design for a tattoo, pen on tracing paper

Water soul

Listening to pregnant butterfly stomach stories

And watching live womb action,

Imagining the horror of modern living 

To an initiated water soul,

I am caught in my own little time frames,

Freely choosing when to pop in or out.

Before the real fear crept in, I asked.

And now comes the excitement,

Stirring a teabag while allowing delicious thoughts

Of the time it takes to forget a dream,

The time it took to forget who I am
Back when I was born.

pen and coloured pencil design for a painting

Heroic sunset

To paint a forest and a seahorse,

And the first spark of life in this place,

For you, our Last Sunset, glorious sunset

With sundowners

We greet you, always

With colours and addictions and songs and fire

To be grateful, we are grateful

Forgetful

With at least one offering in return

Between that first spark, unseen

And you, our sunset,

Heroic sunset

solid icosahedron, coloured pencil on paper

Limerick: Interrogation room

Malachite, the colour of Fright

When human anger is stirred

Karma transforming 

Is ink in the night

Into darkness has pain been interred

pencil sketch of a solid octahedron 

Tercet: averages & poetry

The Law of Averages = Poetry

: somewhere in there, somewhere in between the lines

Lies some Semblance of a Truth.

silver-striped hawk-moth, coloured pencil on brown paper 2016

Tercet: existence, eternity, everything

All the Things at the same time

Separated into tiny Pieces:

Existence, Eternity, Everything.

A prayer for Thursdays (some of the names of God)

Thor

Your day.  Named for

You.  In your honour

Or

For your power

To be called upon, You,

As though Known already

And to be connected to.

This three-ring circus was a pandemonium in days of old,

A spell of disharmony, confusion, and something to be avoided

As though known, an evil believed in and feared.

We hereby re-route magic in the blood

To embrace and trust and expand the tiny moments:

That which feels

That which allows expression of peace and love and enjoyment

of All, The Entirety and full Magnitude of meaning and existence.

We hereby make the marks to dispel the disconnect and discontent,

The delusions of intellect and ego so as not to be bruised,

Flung about and bashed against the cold, hard inanimate, 

Inorganic parts of waiting, longing, inaction and disempowerment

That kill the Flow of Life and separate us from each other

In shame, embarrassment and misunderstood loneliness.

All and Always and Already, 

We are children fighting for our innocence and sense of wonder

You see us when we look up, relax, make vulnerable and allow

The Smile of the Heart,

When we follow the threads that pull at our attention

And pull up shields to guard us from the allure of the thick,

Comfortable deep and dark

When we go to soul searching inside.

These age lines reveal the failure of selves to recognise

Frameworks of linearity, the giving into forgetfulness and familiarity

Stuck stories, unchange and non-adventure.

Go-letting

Patience and grace, and then!  What laughter is to be had!

Oh, souls.

We are alone together, innocent and wondrous children of You,

All and Always and Already Great Alone and Unfolding,

Exponentially Multiplying, Fracturing, Complicating and Novelistically 

Becoming Deconstruction and Creation Awareness Holding

Memory of Ages and Aeons

and Ever After

If Only Just For A Moment - acrylic on superwood, 45 x 15cm

Fractal thinking

Soul looks up in fright every once in a while

To see this particular life living for this first and only time

Weird. Strange. Alien: the sudden insight

That could explain earthquakes, valleys, mountains, fault lines,

Wrinkles, grey hair, aching bones, memory loss, and other ageing signs.

Augment - acrylic on superwood, 45 x 15cm

Trigger points

1.

Evangelical oversight

Broad-based trigger points

Care and warning

Warning

Warming

Recognition. 

Recognition thankfulness

Uptight.  Uniform.

Self view un let go

Hold breath

Tired.

Lost moments.

Order

Chaos.

Lack of planning.

Wake

Jump

Energy

Tantrum

Drum

Play

Play

Early mistakes.

Yay YAY

Understanding

Align visions

And mind-set change

2.

Mind-set:

Set of mind, static ways of thinking

Shake

Change alignment

Learn learn

Eureka moment

Take note

Go back, rethink

Look at, explore

Realise.  Take action

Practice

Re-program.

Grow.  Shift.

3.

Awkwardness is emotive self display

Of experience of attentions focused on

My heretofore unrealised & unrecognised light.

Landscapes not yet traversed

Relax & allow flow

Workshop

Work.  Concentrate

Then reflect

Test.

Practice.

Suggest

Allow feedback

Stop.  Love

Spend time

4.

Reconnect

Stay connected

Retreat

Upon disconnection

Protect.  Ground.

Start again.

5.

Question, remember, revisit

Purpose

Remind.

I have

(Value. It’s trending right now. So…)

Embrace.

Others have

(Value. Again, parenthesis.  Not proud of using the lingua franca to convey meaning).

6.

Mobilise.

Untitled (good elemental gosh grief)

Good elemental gosh grief, are you taking on my disease for me?

Yes, quoting, and yes, credit and attribution, acknowledgement

Of influence and deep thanks and all the rest – positive

Thinking and thinking about negative things in order to

Constantly turn thoughts towards more positive thinking,

And yes, it’s all so tiring – but in a world where all things

Are quantumly possible… I’ve got to say

Cohen got to my poems before me. 

I wrote that shit.

Yellow

Still there are these yellow spots all over my pale, fragile soul

From where you burst my blood vessels with your spirit teeth.

They’re gently healing and fading away from our blue-green roll in the hay.

And I wonder how I would manage my ancient Longing

If we had, in fact, fallen asleep with each other last week.

me in the belly of a loved lover, pencil sketch