Photo Poetry

For the month of October I have a wee social media project on the go. I have been posting a daily card which contains a line from one of my poems and a selection of my photographs. I don’t have the same kind of traffic here as I am not a regular poster these days …

A Card a Day: Week 1

For the month of October I have a wee social media project on the go. I have been posting a daily card which contains a line from one of my poems and a selection of my photographs. I don't have the same kind of traffic here as I am not a regular poster these days …

Dawn’s Piper

Spring beckons in Arcadia vernal equinox zero point of sidereal time maybe of time itself Pan demic* in his appearance has put down his pipes There is to be no playing for the apocalypse Too riveting it's gaze even for a God who has seen it all before Too mesmerising its own song as it …

it is done

Goodbye TOADS I have ignored the prompts and just opened the door to what might come Special Thanks to Kerry for everything and more     it is a tear that falls it is a tear that cuts how some wounds are opened with heart! moments memories a smile or two a knowing kinship penned …

blue

lack of that presence carry's infinite weight plummeting soul 'munching' face   on the scales heavy breath is weighed against hollow heart   no balance time is given the day off no bets taken   a sodden blanket sky folds itself across the horizon drips soft torment   it must be love or a stomach …

.s.i.l.e.n.c.e.

|| single || installation || leaves || every || nuance || complicitly || empty ||  

amazing

this pain is mine i own it or at least i am trying to   it is after all my response to my experience   nobody placed it here i have the key to that door   so i got to thinking that maybe I could un-choose pain   lock it out in the cold …

elsewhere

Grace came a dancin today throwing stars from her pockets to land as gossamer beads upon my crown   which until recently had become dislodged from within   by the voices of spectre and shadow who seek to pull a soul elsewhere   perhaps though that elsewhere is abundant with pregnancy and with re-birth   …

jack o’lantern

  Stingy Jack got lucky avoiding both heaven and hell   his wanderer's way forever lit by a devil's ember torched turnip   these days we prefer pumpkins though for me the orange glows sickly now no appeal   hell seems to have parked it's bus downtown for an aeon   masquerading as a heaven …

sprinkle think

I write the way I write because I have no choice in the matter other than to get out of the way of the words that wish to come dance this very day in this space. This very moment. Tomorrow will be different and yesterday may inform today but it will never dictate what should …