Peace comes easy in the glade birdsong soothing every moment Peace comes easy in the forest trees whispering songs of the ancients Peace comes easy in the cabin time moving so slowly it is stopping but how do I find Peace in the broken how do i find Peace in the war zones how do … Continue reading Peace
Music Medicine (Accompanied Reading)
Since moving off grid I have found internet access challenging. No time to write a new medicine poem and so this is an older write but with the addition of a musical accompaniment on Kalimba by fellow musician and poet Christine Stevens. Poem Text:
Leaping
Suited and booted I was. Top of my game and driving a fast car. Selling my soul for the price of making it. Big bucks and sadness on tap. It wasn't supposed to be like this at the top. The brochure looked much nicer than the reality. Slave to the machine. Walking away to follow … Continue reading Leaping
Quadrilles
Life in a cabin has caused less internet access and so less poetry here. I'm going to try a bit of catch up now with the dVerse Quadrille series, namely numbers #57 (Rain) and #58 (Cobble) Two poems here then. Enjoy -0- does the time know what is is or that it cycles around us … Continue reading Quadrilles
there is a field
i am dwelling within the spaces between the sounds of silence you will not find me by looking there unless your eyes have ears i am the sound of shattered shards of soul, cracked mirror of self i am the sound of whispered leaves, falling onto soft dew lit grass i am the sound of … Continue reading there is a field
growing words
Tonight I am hosting MTB at dVerse where we are looking at Contrapuntal poems. one word at a time i scribble trying to make sense of the world it is a stream of consciousness i open up as a valve to my self written on the winds of no time scattered as dust i am … Continue reading growing words
Whispers of Walden
warm orange early morning sun wraps itself around one side of the birch trees who bathe blissfully in it's embrace outside my cabin. Birdsong floats ethereally across the sky and the leaves whisper a soft response. The land is alive and I too. Inner music sings my soul awake and my hearts peels back another … Continue reading Whispers of Walden
