The Ninth Letter

THE NINTH LETTER

Evanescent froth
Boldly built on shifting sands
As if eternal

Indigestion

INDIGESTION

Forgot consequence
And it repeated on me
Something terrible

Dreams Not Real (Dreams Not real)

Never Pat A Burning Dog

NEVER PAT A BURNING DOG

Sundry faiths there are
Bickering over the words
Of a single truth

Poo Purée

POO PURÉE

Fundamentalism
And “white supremacy”
They have a pungent scent
Smothering any sense

Reckoning

RECKONING

The day comes
(If you are still here)
When you look
All around
And see all those favourite
Books, discs, videos

The ace ones
You’re not done with yet
Retained to
Revisit
Though if you started today
There wouldn’t be time

True Name

TRUE NAME

You mined me for gold
Your pick in your hand

No don’t mind me no
Ore waste your time
For my gold is mine
And mine alone

Nominal – a loan
A nom de plume
Plucked from the air
Light as morning mist

A feathery tag
Tagged – you’re it!
Thought me caught fast
Not so fast though

Not so fast as you thought
A puff of wind blew me
Up, up and away
You cry out my name

From the still sky
Not even an echo

Credo

CREDO

I believe
That when we die
Our bodies return
To the dust they were made of

And our spirit wakes (again)
To the realisation that Spirit transcends
Species, race, gender, sexuality and all that nonsense

What we have only glimpsed of Love
Is fully revealed (once more)
In its wholeness

What foolish things we’ve done
Yet now forgiven

Uncommon Knowledge

UNCOMMON KNOWLEDGE

They lay down their law
“Men do this, women do that”
Stereotypes suck!

We are living proof
They overgeneralise
Nor are we alone

Learning Impaired (28b)

LEARNING IMPAIRED

Sunny beach
Childhood holiday
Spent the day
More than once
Damming a stream using sand
No wiser today

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Shadorma November