Kwelera

We arrived at the river banks to find
Two old crones already ensconced
in aeons old afternoon armchair conversations;

We arrived to find that maybe Love
Is not the thing we think we love
But in the moving towards it,

And maybe we weren’t ever really rebellious,
Just bad at learning new things.
It may be that nothing is as it seems

As we lock up meaning quick safe and tight
To attach to old story lines
We don’t even know we are writing half the time,

Something to hold on to
In this magic maelstrom eternity world of uncertainty.
There’s no difference between the me

Of the Then and The Now
When I gaze me, happy face
In the bathroom mirror,

Beam my quasar being, and know 
You’re just my latest great teacher, Oh Supreme One,
And maybe not the thing I think I love.

Haiku: Apples/Fire

She chops apples as she waits
-thack - thock - thack-
A gentle fire ready in the grate

RAGNAR

Little wizard, killer of lizards,
How I miss your keen kittenness,
Your quiet nudge hello on your walk past,
Your tail placed reassuringly on my foot;
You owning me.

In the midst of my deepest grief

-The Fight: ten years of grief-
I feel I let you fall through the cracks
Like a lot of my other poetry.

Espresso cups of patience we have,
Me and your brother.
Not the best hunters.
Not like you.
You knew what you were
And you were exactly, 

Unapologetically, that
Cat.

I, Hungry

I feel the world’s anger
I feel the world’s sadness, 
Loss and grief
I feel the world’s loneliness and despair
I feel the lack 
Of coffee
and 
Chocolate
I die
With the electricity

I feel

I feel the world’s astonishment
At existence
and The Everything
I feel the world’s magic and mood swings
I feel the world’s longing,
Lust and desire
I feel the world’s need to hide
I die

I growl

I want to be the woman I want 
One day

I eat with these people
In this posh room
I forsake knife and fork
I want to eat slowly
Taste every berry
Every slice of chicken strip
I growl with the wood and pictures of this room
I wine and dine my young self
I wolf this lettuce and cucumber
Lap this blue cheese dressing
I time my movements precisely
I wear these Adidasly
To fit in with this room of fine, posh people

I feel my power
I growl

Leopard's tail

The muses dance around with me
on the edge of my pillow.

The edge, in the sun:
My most blissful dreams.

I get a thrill
Feeling how marvellous it is
To be alive
and Thinking
I might be so easily forgotten
When I die.

Haiku: On being alive

Actors on a stage
Improvise for the first time.
We’re all new at this.

Haiku: Fire

I can feel your fire

not sure if I can help it

I'd better cool down

Haiku: Soon

Old versions of me

Overhauling of ego

Soon, she said, smiling

Haiku: Portal

Need this nakedness
Everything’s too visible
Pussy is Portal

Haiku: No

Today is still: No.
Like a lot of catching up,
That is how it feels.

Safety

When you misunderstand me,

Through no fault or weakness

Save your own pains and confusions of life,

It’s then I comprehend

You’ll be eternally blind to mine.

I retreat to the sanctuary

of my own secret mystery.

Haiku: Waiting

What’s with the weather?
I don’t like the phone ringing.
Neither does my cat.

Haiku: Onion girl

Warm winter’s evening

Beach walk. No moon

Self: contained

Haiku: My father's reluctant sigh

My father, learning
To take care of living things
His reluctant sigh

Tercet: Laughter part 2

This is the laugh of a heart
That’s been broken and broken and broken
But never fell apart

Haiku: All fours

Walk around on all fours
You are not mine anymore
Nor am I yours

Tercet: Laughter part 1

This is the laugh
From a time before we invented evil.

Bless your pagan heart.

Haiku: (a) Death

Confrontation of the Never

The gift of wisdom released

A friend left bereft by Death

Chocolate mist

Morning mist beach walk;
Over the ocean it comes:
Milk chocolate scent

Haiku: haiku girl

I once sent a girl 
One haiku every two weeks

I’ll never know if it worked