Rain, rain, come and stay.
My heart’s membranes need your weight,
life’s numb perforate.
Tag: haiku
watch me walk, sometimes running, sometimes skipping, probably some tripping…
I typed my thought in
to the search bar of my mind
and lo! it timed out!
~+~
My brother and I were discussing the Beatles, and I reminded him that in an interview, Paul McCartney was asked what it was like to be the best song writer in the world. He said something like, “I don’t know, ask Neil Finn!” Thus began another CH listening spree.
This song was, firstly, a Split Enz song, (1984) appropriately recorded at the end of their life as a band. Then CH re recorded it at the beginning of its life. It was a big deal (the dissolving of Split Enz) for Australia and New Zealand.
This Easter has been a time of new beginnings for my brother and me. Can you hear me smiling? And, as much as many talk about walking away from toxic relationships, or people we just don’t like, or maybe, we are just spoilt and things aren’t going the way we think they should, for me, this is about walking away from the terrible thought patterns I had developed over the years. I honestly can’t think of anyone I want to walk away from. I would much rather walk away from the bad way I have handled some things.
Here’s to new beginnings. And to wiser loving. Of others, and myself.
ineffable
I can’t find the font
my mind is speaking in. And
then the magpie sang.
you are not alone
Summer stretches out
the viscous my mind’s pushing
through, enticing me,
to take a dive down
into the undulating
clarity telling
myself that it is
possible to take with me
what I know now and
swim without any
paraphernalia, (like
er, oxygen tanks?)
No, that’s not what I
mean. So I should take a breath
and when I find me
down there thrashing the
life I think is unique to
me in my naive
(but adorable)
youthfulness, I would say, “HEY!
You need to hear Dwight.
And wear these goggles.
(And don’t open that email.)
And trust me. I’m you.”
originally posted, March 21st, 2017
the trash man cometh!
calls out my mind as
dawn dries briny eyes. O pry
not this dream from me!
Featured image: my own. The French Alps
time for a haircut
One single hair, (well,
not one, technically), stabbing
eyes, remorselessly!
this syndication of thoughts tenacious…
disintegrates at
speeds quite pernicious, when that
chocolate shows up
Perpendicular.
Between here and here
you make this grief infinite.
Wormholing your vice.
ichor (revisited)
Petrichoric bliss
enchants droughted inhale. Drenched
by Red of sword’s chords.
*the sword of the centurion who pierced Christ
“…for they drank from the spiritual rock that accompanied them, and that rock was Christ.” 1 Cor. 10:4
caught in those…
lateral spirals
horizontal corkscrewing
wine spilled, premature
mind eisegesis
I so admire your
attention span, I wish it
came in a spray can
loathsome logarithms
night’s limping kernel
of quiet, stabbed psyche’s cry
drowned by deaf’ning page
painting basement walls
with your velvet words, window
distracts from staircase
covered sanctuary
threaded achingly
through time’s needle, prism-ed mind’s
embroidered retreat
soundtrack
dust from your paintbox
the plaintive rain of decades
the canvas is filled
I had a dream once, and this beautiful song was playing in the background.
drink
one foot in Pause's door unravelled, by tones wined into rain's chalice
(featured image credit: Pixabay)
midnight
midnight genuflects,
introvert dreams revealed by
moon’s silent sculpting
Negative
toxic fumed bathing,
clarity blooms from dark, the
coloured light haunts my
imagination.
Memories developing:
my jukebox romance –
cigarette and beer
in one hand, the other rests
lovingly on sound
waves.
Sometimes, I just need Nirvana.
She climbed for the view…
over all of the pieces
missing in action
but so far from field
she was too high to collect
any meaningful
semblance of early
configurations of their
mis-relationship.
She had to go down
and follow the river bed,
to lie underneath,
to wait in the depths.
Heart broken by the sight and
defibrillated
by the breath of One
already there, bleeding out
poem’s syllables.
stormy syntax silenced
the sunder striking
the darkening claps applause
love’s tears, healing pause
(I’ve always loved this song. I like to think of it in the humble voice of Christ sometimes).
