Growth (4a)

GROWTH

In our youth
We would give ourselves
Foolishly
We admit
Only partially awake
Yet there’s more to it

For later
As we grew wiser
We became
Discerning
Let us be loved yet also
Explore our own core

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Shadorma November

Adversity

ADVERSITY

This one’s for Audrey (and many another).

I hit the road
It hit me back
We paused a mo
Now here we go

Nature II

NATURE II

Both creatures and plants
From ants to elephants
Ginormous or minute
Beauty abounds

Beauty abounds wherever
Whenever we choose
Once given due attention
– Okay sometimes patience

But always attitude, attitude
Birth, growth, blooming and death
No need of any artificial grooming
Simple appreciation, gratitude

Role Play

ROLE PLAY

What wonderful stand-ins we make
You cast as my absent mother
Me cast as your absent father
Let’s go nail it on the retake

Biography

BIOGRAPHY

With a naive foolishness I missteered my age
As brick by brick I built around myself a prison
Finding myself in chains I screamed my rage
Today a calmer balance brings me wisdom

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For Kim, with love.

A Small Boy’s Favourite Word

A SMALL BOY’S FAVOURITE WORD

“Look at me,” he says.
“I can butter my own bread.”
Pause … “It’s AMAZING!!!”

With My Tongue

WITH MY TONGUE

With my tongue
I explored
Day after day
The progress of my wisdom tooth

Polite Conversation

POLITE CONVERSATION

Don’t mistake my silences for indifference.
Don’t mistake my jollity for self-confidence.
Don’t mistake my generosity for fulfilment.
Above all, check out your assumptions.
Despite your own fear, take a few risks
and – God forbid – communicate instead.

The First Stage Of The Journey

THE FIRST STAGE OF THE JOURNEY

I started with my head
And ran to the edge of the world
To see all and yet only learn
That I am crippled

Head in the clouds
Feet of clay
Dual natured
Jewel natured but half asleep

My mind is made up
So how can I tell what’s true?
My bed is made up
And I have no choice but to lie in it

Not knowing in the end
Whether I’m coming or going
When most probably
It’s neither here nor there anyway

As I follow the stars
Between discarded cards
Clutching the winning ticket
Only now that the lottery has gone bust

Dragging my feet, forgetting my head
Living my pain on borrowed time
Paying attention at whatever rate of interest I can still afford
In currency of amnesia and anaesthesia

It’s hard to talk
With a fog in your throat
It’s hard to be stereo
With one channel blocked

It’s hard to see
With your father in one eye
And your mother
In the other

When you are at war
It’s hard to be at peace
It’s hard to find the road
To be there all the time

To be here all the time
With you all around me
In these faces and places
To be compatible with you all

If you are compatible
You may be fitted for stereo
If in doubt consult your dealer
At least the head is a place to start