What do you see Looking down from Heaven’s perfection To earthly chaos It seems you should feel horror Disgust at the gutter where we crouch Squabbling mindlessly over scraps But your compassion is beyond us Your love unfathomable With a flutter of shining feathers you come With tears for our suffering Your eyes flame with…
Sparks set a conflagration Ending life in immolation Fury fans the flames Until only ash remains Dragon rises from the pyre And dances in the morning fire Scorched earth and bitter dust Melted hearts and blistered trust Blazing anger burns to death Fiery wrath until last breath
Owl flies silently through the night Robin sings in the early dawn Eagle soars in the midday sun Nightingale closes the twilight chorus Skies are filled with the songs of flight Floating on wings which dance through the night Beaks trill arias into the light Feathered creatures help us to see We too can spread…
Once upon a time There was a castle, a palace, a kingdom There was a beautiful princess, a handsome prince There was a king and queen, wicked, or benign A wizard counsellor, a fairy godmother A dark forest, a magical tower A witch, an elf, a dwarf Mystical creatures and charmed artifacts Once upon a…
There were fields once Green and free There were sheep, and horses All gone now Ripped up and subdivided Sold off in job lots To well-heeled developers To flog their newest vision for urban living Homogeneous housing Little boxes all in a row Cell-block chic in tasteful grey A homily of conformity And a litany…
Like tasting summer Like sipping the sweet floral air The flow of life bears us forth From golden shores to seas of living light We paint with the colours of music We listen to the heady sounds of love We touch the diamond sky We dance arm in arm with the stars And there, behind…
Between one state of being and another Between inception and culmination I exist in flux Transitioning from birth to final flight Hovering between realities In the excruciating beauty of metamorphosis There is no butterfly without caterpillar There is no completion without instar Cell by cell, fragment by fragment I recreate myself Instar - a phase…
A graveyard of untold stories Evaporating under a dying sun Loose pages blowing about Until the tales are gibberish Out of order, back to front A typewriter with broken keys Spits out gobbledygook A dream of nonsense words A song of made-up mayhem No time left to read this rhyme No way known to tell…
On Sunday, they greeted him as king By Friday, they shouted for his death A fickle crowd, swaying back and forth like grass in the wind Following the current of popular opinion To watch a parade, to watch a death It’s all entertainment, all something to do On Friday, God died On Sunday, God lived…
You are a tiny sculpture Every day growing Squeezing out of your shell Until you spring, full formed From the mind of God You were always there The seed inside the oak The ghost in the machine Homunculus in the womb of your ancestors You are as you are meant to be The angel in…
Eclectic Assemblage 