Rest my little love

Rest my little love For busy have you been And the time of day is late and late And there's much today that you have seen Rest my little love You're in day and night's between   Rest my little girl In my arms as you do sleep For the day is passing over now... Continue Reading →

She sleeps

She sleeps in clutching pillows, She sleeps in clutching pillows, they're charged to fight She sleeps in clutching pillows,  holding her down laid on her right, Holding, holding her own, holding her down and there they lay. There they lay, the woman, the pillows and the end of the day.   She sleeps in clutching... Continue Reading →

The Dutch Uncle: Excerpt #6

The following text is an excerpt from my National Novel Writing Month (nanowrimo) effort. Excerpts appear in no particular order. The Dutch Uncle tells the story of Crijn, his sister Mariëlle, an Australian man named Jasper and his daughter Harriet (Harry). It is the story of betrayal, redemption, lost loves, forgotten chances and the problems people create... Continue Reading →

Virginia’s Landscape

Ruth Stone is working in a field. The land is on her hands When a train of air, thunderous, barrels across Virginia's landscape And she feels and hears the poem, coming t'ward her over Virginia's landscape.   It comes barrelling down at her. Rushing at her body. Shaking the earth under her feet, shaking over... Continue Reading →

My nostalgia

I chanced upon a moment of nostalgic reckoning Unlocked by some long forgotten sound or smell And buried yesterdays came back quickly to tell As if time past itself was beckoning The past came like a romantic lover and courted me And this time I was ready and wide awake And this time the memory... Continue Reading →

The Dutch Uncle: Excerpt #5 Reworked

The following text is an excerpt from my National Novel Writing Month (nanowrimo) effort. Excerpts appear in no particular order. The Dutch Uncle tells the story of Crijn, his sister Mariëlle, an Australian man named Jasper and his daughter Harriet (Harry). It is the story of lost loves, forgotten chances and the problems people create for themselves... Continue Reading →

Life

Everything without, taste without, eyes without, mouth without. First comes oblivion, then mere and childlessness. Second is history. Eventful, strange, this ends that. Last comes all of what is seen in just a scene at last where we confess.   Life's first scene, at first it does sound in whistles and pipes, In treble and then... Continue Reading →

I know the night

I know you, you devilish dark and alluring night You’ve taken me on quests and lead me astray Only to have me taunted and ridiculed And punished by the obscene and audacious day.   I know you. You have sat me in the city light You have passed me through the lonely lanes To venues... Continue Reading →

The House

Thought that I would fail to find A house from where I'd strayed, Then searching on a late night hunch I wandered out and prayed. I set out to search the world in time And once entrenched in the trail, Realised the search I'd entered in Had been with windless sail. I did realise though,... Continue Reading →

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