Age

living with strangers-
years torn from my memory
replayed day by day

dimming light-
a quiet place
to lay my head

Suppression

deafening silence
our civil ramparts falling
amidst the chaos

spring rain-
roaring floods muted
underwater

Guilt

washing and scrubbing
under this scalding water
still I can’t come clean

coal smoke-
a cardinal
on the snow

Heat

living night to night
afraid of my own shadow
lest I feel the sun

crying gulls-
a distant sandbar
bakes in the sun

Within

the battle scarred croc
slips into the black water
with hardly a trace

biting cold-
reaching for darkness
through the closing door

Perspective

looking at myself
amid the twisted wreckage
of my ruined car

mourning doves-
lost in the white
of the winter sky

Murder

horror on parade
the fires of war march on while
death wields the baton

a murder of crows-
five men lower
their rifles

Truth

dark autumn’s collapse
the strongest and tallest trees
were the first to fall

velvet shadows-
deep hollows
where winter lies

Vision

my view, distorted
looking up from the bottom
of this hole I’ve dug

a rimy pond-
peering up through
frozen cataracts

Falling

standing before you
silent and overexposed
awaiting judgement

whitecaps-
riding the edge
of an avalanche