Friday, 4 June 2010

Human conundrum

I’m a ship in a bottle,
I’m a vessel, complete;
a skeleton sailing,
moving and hailing,
seeking a fleet.

Thursday, 3 June 2010


Yes I’m way past
vital youth;
or all that early surge of bliss
- so what?!

Other stuff occurs;
good - and not so good -
(the mirrors in my eyeballs turn
to view the sad, bad TV news)

but now and then
I hear a thunder, wind or rain,
as if an ancient power rises
to connect;

like when a hare sits up in sunlight
lepping on the rolling, rolling earth.

Wednesday, 2 June 2010

7 ages of man

first breath
final breath

Monday, 31 May 2010


All my hairs advise ‘it’s easy innit,
growing up and slowly changing color?’
never the same, although it does appear so.

Never the same in all their fine particulars;
length and shade or light and oil or texture,
sometimes slimy wet and often straw dry.

When they’re bright and shiny, new and silky,
everything seems easy when we’re younger:
pushing atoms ruthlessly away
and up, and on, and on and up to grey.

Sunday, 30 May 2010


Humility – it wants
to split open your head
and plant a seed
behind both eyes.

Humble – the plant
sprouting, because it could
find water, food
and bumble bees.