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.

home: others may, you cannot

a delightful blog post from my friend Michelle!

paper crane!

http://www.monkey.org/~aidan/origami/crane/index.html

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

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.

Poem 17

early morning fears become afternoon doubts and nighttime dreads

and the light is missing

and the sound is drowned

and we are tired and tired and tired

and outside there is light

and brightly coloured train cars

piled higher and higher and higher

until they block all view of the sky and the sun and the birds

Poem 16

The colours are crisp

the blue of the sky

does not bleed

into the gold and red

of leaves on trees

Poem 15

green glass bubbles and starting over

when you blow glass and there is a flaw, you break it

and start again. You cannot save it.

I think love is not like that

love can start over or it cannot

it doesn’t bubble

like green glass