Writing at the raw edge opens the dimness for a brief glimpse of my now. Writing at the raw edge unlocks the gates of my whirling for a moment. Writing at the raw edge spews my dark lava onto a screen for a moment of now.
Lament 8: On Writing
Category: poetry
This Bleak Midwinter
Christmas lights the colour of twilight, and a heritage nativity set, - A bleak celebration avoiding plastic Santas or plastic regrets Awaiting a new year, watching changes from remembered winters, listening to the noise of fools heard on the tv news.
The Colours of Twilight
“Holy Uncertainty”
Living not-knowing groping in mystery gazing blindly at rare shafts of twilight, this liminal time is always and now.
December 28, 2022
Saturday Morning at Home, After Spending a Night in My Friend’s New Home
Words shape in the feel of rooms remembered, when, suddenly - I know I’m awake & the day waits.
Lament 7: Alone
New moon and fog As I glance out From my cave. A smugglers’ night: where are they? (Words on a page Delight me. I wouldn’t, couldn’t Be taught to hear As you heard.) Some trees are leafless Skeletonal And some cling to their leaves. (You’ve left And a new season Is emerging Into bleak darkness.) A brief flash of light - Others carry treasures I can’t see Or hear now But I am not alone.
Lament 6: Grief
I wake sulky, reluctant, reviewing my resentments, lonely, yet don’t want visitors. Nothing satisfies: the sun is too bright; Our home too quiet. I want to hide. Another funeral - sitting huddled within myself, fists clenched, trying not to listen, wanting to leave, shaking. I crave - a softening in my throat, eyes that don’t itch, a conversation no longer available. Somewhere there is joy, waiting, perhaps, to flash through me, again, but now I’m grieving.
Lament 5
My summer is over; chill seeps into the silent room: winter comes..
Giving Thanks
Give thanks for the hidden
that slips into the light.
Give thanks for the gladness
that drops into sadness.
Give thanks for the sorrow
that gives way to joy.
Give thanks for the grief
that flows from lost love.
Give thanks for love
that contains and infuses us.
