This is just a selection of some of my favourite poems.
the journey is a circle
you end where you began
we spend our whole lives
retracing our own steps
it has been a long discovery
but look at us
we are standing on holy ground
the night birds
are you awake?
come with me and walk outside
among the nettles and cow-parsley
you may hear a marsh warbler sing
the first hours after sunset
are noticeably silent
it is then that the Gods
pack away the day
sit with me here in waiting
close your eyes and listen
the night is full of sounds
and they are not all from the birds
The sun continues to set
the days move on.
It is just the way it is
do not take it personally.
Sometimes the world gets too much,
insecurities clawing at you
like a wild animal.
Dear child of the universe
you know it need not be this way.
Let go of your longing
your endless searching for more
the prophets say,
‘Wear the world like a loose garment.’
When the sun melts into the horizon at dusk
remember the truth is within you
and this life is your own to live.
Do not be afraid
Everything belongs to you.
A March Evening
Forgive me for not replying sooner,
but I was caught up in the sight of the egg-yolk sun
being welcomed by the great sea.
My thoughts were pulled towards the young child
who lost his dog today
and the smell of smoke and cooked dinners in the air,
Mothers calling their children in from their sand-castles.
Forgive me for not giving you my full attention,
but I was sidetracked by my own dinner that ended up in the dirt-bin
and my need to fill empty space with something warm,
and satisfactory and complete,
while still tending to the little hand tugging on my shirt-sleeve,
packing away the dishes from the granite counter.
Forgive me for not seeming myself
but my mind is doing cartwheels in my overcrowded head
while I contemplate an incomplete life.
I can’t help but pause and consider the alternatives
I have passed along my way
and the balloons of dreams I let loose into the sky,
nothing more than hot air floating towards the heavens.
Meditations at the Cove
Sitting looking out at sea
I ask the questions
my soul longs to ask.
The rocks absorb my enquiry
with silent salutation.
The Oyster Catcher squawks his distant reply,
as do the crashing waves.
In the distance I see a brightness,
flashing in patterns - on, and off.
I am drawn to that point, beyond the bay.
Safe harbour to all who see the light.
Do you know my secret?
This place is the center of the world.
All things come to and leave from here
- the sacred point where universes are created.
It is here, where nature talks to me
and I am no longer alone.
My Life in Laundry
Sometimes I feel my life is measured in laundry,
a currency of soiled shirts and linen.
I live upon an an endless time-line
of washing, drying and folding.
Lost in yet another spin-cycle,
I ponder the women before me
and pray for those ahead,
still to know such furious boredom.
Heaving under the weight of yet another filled basket,
I can’t help but consider all the misspent hours.
Oh, how much time women would save
if it were just acceptable to walk around naked!
Observing The Scenery
too often misunderstood.
I find myself
too frequently tongue-tied,
where words are necessary.
the pause between your breaths,
cold coffee left in a paper cup,
yesterday’s desperate sigh,
too often alone
with just my hungry mind for company,
the tireless meerkat scratching in the dirt for food,
the brave kestrel about to take flight,
yet still circling the spot
where her nest had been.