Age
living with strangers-
years torn from my memory
replayed day by day
–
dimming light-
a quiet place
to lay my head
living with strangers-
years torn from my memory
replayed day by day
–
dimming light-
a quiet place
to lay my head
deafening silence
our civil ramparts falling
amidst the chaos
–
spring rain-
roaring floods muted
underwater
washing and scrubbing
under this scalding water
still I can’t come clean
–
coal smoke-
a cardinal
on the snow
living night to night
afraid of my own shadow
lest I feel the sun
–
crying gulls-
a distant sandbar
bakes in the sun
the battle scarred croc
slips into the black water
with hardly a trace
–
biting cold-
reaching for darkness
through the closing door
looking at myself
amid the twisted wreckage
of my ruined car
–
mourning doves-
lost in the white
of the winter sky
horror on parade
the fires of war march on while
death wields the baton
–
a murder of crows-
five men lower
their rifles
dark autumn’s collapse
the strongest and tallest trees
were the first to fall
–
velvet shadows-
deep hollows
where winter lies
my view, distorted
looking up from the bottom
of this hole I’ve dug
–
a rimy pond-
peering up through
frozen cataracts
standing before you
silent and overexposed
awaiting judgement
–
whitecaps-
riding the edge
of an avalanche