Feels like lava feels like lava
molten hot and then cold stone
feels like lava feels like lava
burning blazing and then it’s gone
I walked amongst the gold foliage
the fallen ones that are still moist
not quite crunchy under foot.
picked one up and studied it
I saw a rainbow today
Perfect, so perfect
but transient, fleeting
A chance meeting
of raindrops and sunlight,
on their way
You speak in monosyllables
between a galaxy of space
I try to fill the silences
of gaping holes words can’t replace
dawn crawls over blanket of white
crystals sparkle, reflect the light
black of night gives up its yearning
like the darkness ‘fore Easter morning
I look at Christmas
as a time of wonder
a time of possibilities
a time to ponder
on how it happened
one of life's great mysteries
some trees blossom, some trees don’t
some spread roots quite wide
I am one that waited long
to discover what I hide
I have acorns squirrelled away
buried dreams and schemes
I hope to take them out some day
when will I know it’s time?
She walks out the door
it’s raining again
slanting downpour
doesn’t slow down her spring
she hugs to herself
what she’s known for a while
she’s not on the shelf
she has her own style
Looking through my cabinets
at my collection of wearables
I think it’s time for me to divest
for Thanksgiving and Christmas
Cloudy cotton puffs
are jagged blackholes
in ripply oceans
Logs of wood burn and burn,
crisply heating air around them;
flicking ferocious ember churn,
combusting oxygen to flame.
once consumed, dead they lie:
logs still framed in loggy cast.
coloured now in gangrene grey;
lift them up, ash drifts and wafts.
Stars are stuck in the night sky
frozen in space, time and mind’s eye
so we know where we are
by following the north star
I wish my poems got stuck like that
when picked for front page by APs robot
the orange blossom creeper
overhanging the front porch
harbours all asylum seekers
under, over, and within her church
with children of two and eight,
you were just thirty two.
those buckets of water you lugged upstairs
had taken their toll on you.
Predatory pervert, dense as a rock
Ready to tweet around the clock
Ignorant and ideologically divisive
Callously dismissive, mentally unsound
Kicks the vulnerable to the ground
Two magnets opposingly charged
high ramparts made night from day
I was house-bound, burning logs
while you hunted birds of prey
love banned but bans called
lines in sand, the blood lines met
through it all, joint lives unfold
you the keeper, I the kept
India has rule of law. in theory.
but when there is a traffic accident
the driver of the larger vehicle
jumps out and flees
fearing that a lynch mob of
vigilantes
will take justice
into their hands,
without following the rule of law:
presumed innocence
and due process.
brands are available in Shenzhen
costing a fraction of the original
falling off trucks with abandon
so anyone can be fashionable
Rolexes, Taylormade clubs
designer clothes, handbags
Shenzhen is one of China’s hubs
where tourists will be sandbagged