Tuesday 15 May 2012

bangles


like your words through my mind
the bangles on my wrist rattle
there is a tone less clear
a tone that jangles the rest
out of order, out of place
until it is found and the metal beaten
which would make it
round and smooth and clear

Monday 14 May 2012

as a fern that unfurls

chaos unsorted spirals
unravels and sorts itself
onto the page
scribbles become
ribbons of ink
and waves of colour
shadows shade
the lines of black
and white
giving depth and character
as a fern that unfurls.

Saturday 5 May 2012

rubber bands


rubber bands twisting
around each other
knotted in an infinite loop
twining not tight enough
to hide the gaps
that keep them detached
defined square edges
that when stretched
show wear—ragged

Tuesday 1 May 2012

Poem 20

sea glass
celadon, bottle green
pocked by sand and wind
blemished, no longer complete
soft to the touch, mostly
hidden jagged edges
unlikely beauty
ordinary


Poem 19

the waves that beat
against my shores
are wearing debris
thrown into the ocean -- left there
that breaks apart
until it is so small
it is infinitesimal
that it is unseen; unknown
it is consumed
by the waves that beat
against my shore
and wear away
the stone of my cliffs
and mix it
with the salt water



Poem 18

Trees are warmer than snow
they draw their heat
from a source of great temperature
of constant temperature
from the soil
from the centre
from the earth
they have been provided for
they are safe --
from the snow.