Terminal II

TERMINAL II

He does the shopping now
Getting out is too much
But we don’t mention that
At least there are flowers

The new snowdrops are out
As the fresh year spins on
Words like splendour, wonder
Set amongst all this pain

The Voice: Four By Six

THE VOICE

An untamed voice cries out
“Here’s to awakening”
And the clink of glasses
Resounds from shore to shore

Mysterious Manifesto

MYSTERIOUS MANIFESTO

In memoriam: Leos Janácek

A wandering madman
Mistrustful and reserved
Unrequited passion
And informal divorce

Consider this I beg
The unfinished diary
Of one who disappeared
To the house of the dead

Autumn Pause

AUTUMN PAUSE

In between brief showers
Blazing sunlit moments
Illuminate the path
As I hurry along.

Leaf after golden leaf
Attracts my attention.
Should I count them? Compare?
Life is too short for that.

Begone Enchanting Hatred

BEGONE ENCHANTING HATRED

Inner exploration
Of whatever hatred
Arises within us
Is the only way out

With terror confronted
(Oz’s humbug wizard)
False images dissolve
Love is reunited