Developing World: Shadorma

DEVELOPING WORLD

Be careful
Not all advance is
In a good
Direction
Although this may not be clear
Except in hindsight

Overwrought

OVERWROUGHT

Simply slowing down
Is far more important
Than we are generally
Encouraged to notice

Once having done so
Is it not then our duty
To try to pass it on?

Orphaned Vows

ORPHANED VOWS

A solemn promise
Neglected and unfulfilled
Becomes an insult

Cheep Talk

CHEEP TALK

Talk is cheap
Talk is common
Chitchatting away
Of this and that
Speaks of sunsets
Of suns going down
When it’s backs turning
Obeying a planetary spin
I’ll use plurals here
As each of us
Has a sun

We madmen
Madwomen we
In our hidden hearts
Live in our own dreamtimes
Encircling our own central axis
Round which this outer earth and sun
(With a moon as a loony sidekick)
From birth to death revolve

In truth the sun never sets
Nor does the earth
For that matter
Simply spins
And spins

Metamorphic metaphor
Cloaking the untaught truth
It doesn’t matter if you don’t mind
Take a break for a moment and pause
At the crux – the axis – of all of this and that
Here-I-am & now-is-now & I-am-I & this-is-it
Now where is our next breath coming from?
How do we know that? Actually we don’t
We are an incomprehensible miracle
Given the grace of time to seek
While stars and planets spin

Born Marking Time

BORN MARKING TIME

Pens stroke paper as
Fingers caress keyboards as
Writers slowly die

Where Can I Complain?

WHERE CAN I COMPLAIN?

Oh for the writer
To conjure up
Some other
Gentler
Kindlier
Play

But soft
What news?

A discovering
Within the glass
Behind the dramaturge

The true playwright
Turns out to be

None other than
Oneself

Thus
Time’s come
To take the reins
And some responsibility
For time’s come

Dear Ones Lost

DEAR ONES LOST

Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Where are you now?

Missing you terribly
But that’s our fault
Not yours

Or is it?

Or else not?

For you are I
As I play you
In your absence

Asking where am I?
Asking where am I?
Asking where am I?

Essentials

ESSENTIALS

All of us is so one-off
So individual, unique
Whilst yet sharing all
Essentials in common
A common abandon

Whenever we take
Time to remember
And see once more
How much madness
Is surrounding us

Gosh!: Shadorma

GOSH!

I feel good
Back more like the one
Still striving
To stay young
Hallowed these misty seasons
God-given haven

So What

SO WHAT

Go to hell? No probs
Been there already
Came back intact
A few hot baths
A few clockticktocks
And good as new

As the bell rings
For the next round
And round and round
And round we go
Waving, smiling
See you there

Waving back

Smiling back