cosmos
end-of-summer webs woven against the walland the cloud an ovaryacross the moonswaysthe evening stillcoolbreath standingin the vacuum life as slow as lifeand faster than lightthe cosmoswe are the cosmos we… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: poem
Sandman
I am a man of sand. All about me is constructed and mechanical My automatic brain tells me Until I wake and can’t move For the tiredness in every cell… Continue Reading
The Weakness
There was alwaysA weakness in the argument,Time or religion or bed-time,No agreement ever in any argumentBecause nothing can be agreedAs long as the world turnsAnd writing deciphers riddlesAnd makes them…. Continue Reading
#jesuislibre
We have tainted our faiths and freedomsWith thought and word and deed.We have poisoned our world with moulded and molten lead. We have tainted ourselves with the bloodOf those each… Continue Reading
Goalkeepers – in memory of Senzo Meyiwa
It is always awful when one of our Goalkeepers’ Union is taken from us. Even more so when it’s through violence, not age. So, in memory of Senzo Meyiwa, two… Continue Reading
Half
The moon, A half of what it was,Glowers,Ashamed,A-hidden,Behind the tops of roofs,Of trees,In silence. Night closes Around what shines,A narrow coneOf uncounted light,Just an echo Of the sun,An unrehearsed refrain…. Continue Reading
WWI Pentaptych
I. The lights go out over Europe Where war is too remote for understanding. Though it’s less than a generation Since genocide. #lestweforget II. #LightsOut In homes without walls In… Continue Reading
23 x 52 x 7 x 24 x 60 x 60
I have walked these yearsAnd failed to keep your pace.Often. I have stepped outBeside youAnd lost your handIn the race to the mundane. We forget what we live for. In… Continue Reading
England, Pale Mother
With deference and apologies to Bertolt Brecht. A paraphrasing of Brecht’s Deutschland, Bleiche Mutter poem, in view of the elections in England on 22nd May 2014. Brecht composed the poem… Continue Reading
The Past Is Silent
The past is silent, An old film. There are memories but no voices. Pictures, filtered, Fade in and out With a rare combustion of colour. We have forgotten more… Continue Reading