Tag: poetry

  • My

    Inspired by The Amazing Randi

    My mind is a forest.
    An impossible cathedral
    with boundless pillars of trunks
    and coloured light spearing through
    the stained glass of the canopy.
    The truth and beauty of it are breath-taking!
    And I walk through life
    looking up at the light
    with dry golden eyes,
    ever so beautiful…
    Until I trip over the roots,
    twisted roots of my forest,
    lies to myself and others,
    grown out of fear,
    and habit,
    and kindness,
    and love.
    And I find myself
    in the deep dark wood,
    staring with dark green eyes
    filled with tears
    at the light ahead.
    My roots,
    my trees,
    my pain,
    my joy.

  • Stair

    On the stair
    I sit and stare
    at the sea and sky
    and the world pass by
    inside and out –
    bizarre throughout.
    All said and done,
    it’s mostly fun
    on the stair
    leading nowhere.

  • Footprints in the Sand

    All that we leave are footprints in the sand.
    They fade in time. As everything, they end.
    But as we look ahead and to the stars
    we leave footprints to fade on moon and Mars.

  • Sad, but true

    Russian, American, English, Egyptian – we are all suckers.
    Christian, Muslim, Jewish or Buddhist – we are all suckers.
    Labour, Conservative, Liberal, Democrat – we are all suckers.
    We’ve sold our humanity for the right to belong.

  • Primitive divisions sell

    Faceless, but colour-coded:
    blue for boys,
    pink for girls.

  • Colours Of Thought

    The colours of thought
    deep inside our minds,
    behind the facade –
    black, white and blood-red.
    We can sing the rainbow,
    we can paint the rainbow,
    we can talk the rainbow…
    but they remain
    behind the eyes,
    deep inside the soul,
    the colours of emotion –
    black, white and blood-red.

  • Malignant metaphors

    Black and white thinking:
    always easy
    often beautiful
    never right.

  • Transformation

    As we adapt to our world we also define it,
    bending the space around the shell we build.
    Spirals are best.

  • I

    I know I am special – I am unique.
    And so is everyone else.
    Of course, in my heart of hearts, I believe that I am more unique than others…
    fortunately, in my head of heads, I know it not to be true.

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