Wednesday 19 December 2018

CHRISTMAS POEM

Poetry? He said.
It’s just lists.
Like kids leave Santa a list.
He has a point.
The apples
Humans say are rotting
On the south lawn,
But I left deliberately
And the thrushes and fieldfares
Treat as a drive thru
All winter,
The blackbird’s cantata,
The robins’ chorus,
The sparse blows of snow,
The frost painted onto every leaf,
The dark coming of Christmas,
The light of short days.
I thought of these as poem.
But, looking now,
Really, they’re just a list
I’m leaving, in hope.

Monday 17 December 2018

LOGIC


Anger
Blame
Guilt
Shame.
These are the vehicles of our pain.


Let go anger
Let go blame
We become peaceful once again.


Let go guilt
Let go shame.
Feel the peaceful heart remain.