Blog Archives

Castaway

CASTAWAY

Desert isle dweller swims downstream
Passing oodles of chaste charity shops

Deep swamped in castaways chasing
Seeking dreams among castaways’

Castaways – Look, a cupless saucer
Its history, its future unknown now

A momentary fleck of identification
Desert isle dweller swims upstream

The Perils Of Social Isolation

The Perils Of Social Isolation.

REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

THE ISOLATION ILLUSION

Each WE a finger.
Without others no more WE!
Many fingers > one hand.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

 

Nourishment: Shadorma

NOURISHMENT

What it is
We seek to nourish
Our first quest
The second
Within – while beyond our thoughts –
The proper aliment

~~~~~ ~ ~~~~~

While this was composed back in October I post it in the wake of the annual mania of overconsumption and frenzied acquisition.

Pretty Ballerina

PRETTY BALLERINA

Stop!
Open!
Stop hiding
Your darker side.
Face the light of truth.
Your life is but a dream
In which you’re fully vacant
Distracted and far from this place.
Caught in the spotlight spin round and round;
Ravenous pirouette seeking applause.

Lost In Translation: Shadorma

LOST IN TRANSLATION

I love you
A complex concept
To try to
Get across
When we know so few words of
Another’s language

Confession And Plea

CONFESSION AND PLEA

I confess
I am lost
Please help me

Am I here to teach?
Or else to learn?
Maybe both?

I confess
I am lost
Please help me

Must we always be acting
From our wounded places?
Or first be acting to heal?

I confess
I am lost
Please help me

It is clear you are lost too
Stop being a smartarse
Just be a child, be kind

Echoes

ECHOES

Ashes now your flesh
Yet I hear your lost voice still
In blackbird, in thrush

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?

Grave Misdirection: Shadorma

GRAVE MISDIRECTION

Dear Donald
Look in a mirror
Not down south
This so-called
National emergency?
That’s where you’ll find it

Tail End (1a)

TAIL END

Unbidden
This evanescence
Potency
Cogency
Going where morning mist goes
When the sun comes up

~~~~~~~~~~~

Shadorma November

%d bloggers like this: