Friday, 17 September 2010

Preening a poem

Nouns, verbs!
Time to sing,
escape your cage

and break away

like when a young bird, at evening,
floats up high, flaps and reaches
fully feathered, turns and looks to land.

Hold that instant

as the same but seeking,
rolling, now alighting
on a hand before you
rhyme or fall, beat
in time, lift and sing
and, once more, call and fly.

Thursday, 16 September 2010

Make Hay

5 letters apart
the letter
- M
and letter

Making Language Keenly Jump Into Heart

With only 5
degrees of separation
changing the word
- mug
into the verb
- hug.

Wednesday, 15 September 2010


The point of a mountain?
Not for sermon,
ascension, huff and puff,
carrying an old cross.

No - high, distant, clear;
attainable in tiny steps,
this mountain’s my dream,
that mountain is hope!

Monday, 13 September 2010

Andrew's secret move

A special movement
palm up, near the heart-space,
his arm draws out a big circle,
extending fingers,


keen to ensure
with fingers, palm, arm
that a circle includes
‘All of us. With all of us!’