Front Window

lawn littered
by fat leg’ed witless oaf –
depression lingers

Cunning Detritus

Based on my years of motorcycling and the things that have tried to stop it. Everything on this list has in reality whacked into me or my bike or been ridden through or over. There is a metaphor or two in there for good measure.

Several half smoked ciggys
and a damp Havana butt.
A broken kiddie’s tricycle.
Enough planks and beams of wood
to make a large dog house
And an old dog house.
Nuts and bolts and the spanners to tighten.
Bottles whole and in half
And assortment of branches,
a thick trunk and a bundle of sticks.
A bonnet, two doors and a seat,
enough tyres to stack as high as my head
and a black bended steering wheel.
A severed dolls head and a dead cat.
A huge double mattress hiding
the mangled end of a ladder.
A paint can not quiet crushed flat.

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Downpause

This only really works on a couple of levels, but contains one of the things I really enjoy - an ambiguous word that changes the sense of the whole piece yet works both ways. I suppose it’s pretty simple but it always makes me smile when I find it.

tightness fills the air
lightening strikes downward soon –
butterfly under leaves

Webzietgeist

The mighty walk amongst us
looking just as we do but
seeing only themselves in
everything they do or say.
I see nothing of them.

The righteous sit above us
looking down as we do but
reflecting our choices in
anything we do or say.
I get nothing from them.

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Silent Waters

This is about… well, what to do you think it’s about? Drop me a comment and tell me where it takes you.

Silent ripples
mimic deep undercurrent –
fish swim still

Alone

Most obviously this is about being alone through loss of your partner. Less obviously this also reflects loneliness inside the mind during periods of creative loss. The least obvious way to read it is as an uplifting piece about self belief, motivation and the release of ideas.

Alone,
me and you,
us against them,
grouping together
then falling apart.
How hard can it be?
me verses me.
Alone.

Double Reflection

This is about loneliness, especially the painful kind one experiences in a room full of expectant people.

dark granite basin –
still water captures the moon
a lone white pebble

Chosen Pebble

This piece can go a variety of different ways or be taken at face value. I think that there is also a reflection of my contentedness to be faceless in a swath of similarity yet covertly different.

I am but a steady pebble,
faceless in the company
of many similar fellows.

My uniqueness formed in
the constant crushing
contact as we are shifted.

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