Saturday 7 July 2012

story

a landscape sketch
a colour palette
some characters
with some flaws
knitted together--
in a wavy afghan
something homely
and lovely
held loosely in my mind
and beginning to take
shape on paper
of paper
and delicately inscribed
so as not to lose
any life in the pinning
down of the butterfly's
wings

Wednesday 4 July 2012

bedtime

there is a certain peace
after everyone has gone to sleep
music of my childhood playing
competing with the rotating fan
reading words of beauty and wisdom
knowing that all shall be well,
and all shall be well--
and all manner of things
shall be well