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Maypole

MAYPOLE

In
Out
In
Out
What’s
It
All
About?

Unresolved And Ongoing

UNRESOLVED AND ONGOING

Truth or dare but a party game; yet solo
who dare reveal these truths unshown
beyond these so private hallowed walls,
unshared with anyone beside oneself;
unknown in fact even here within
for truth to tell unquestioned, left unexplored.
Awareness – unspoken – wordless – unborn.

Old bedfellows Truth and Lies lie side by side,
sing “noli me tangere” in tango tempo, like
the Magdalene still endures the bad-rapping
despite the dissension, the fervid support.
Wife, best friend, reformed prostitute or what?
Let’s be honest now who really knows?
True truth unrattled by untruth’s pretension
the inner world has never been hyphenated.

To Whom Is Home?

TO WHOM IS HOME?

I am
Am I not?
I am

And wander
And wonder
And wander

And wonder
Who wanders
And wonders

And wanders
And wonders
Who wonders who wanders

And wonders
Who wonders
Who wanders who wonders …

And wonder
Who wonders who wonders
And wonder who wonders

And wonders
And wanders
And is

Wielding

WIELDING

Does a pen know what words to use?
Surely it is only the wielder of the pen.
And does a writer know what tale to tell?
This wielding business when examined
Surely begs a few questions of its own.

Self-publishing

SELF-PUBLISHING

Looks like it’s not sufficient to be clever
You can still end up in the lost-and-found
You can split the scene or stand your ground
It’s been that way since forever
No rock solid link to Spirit whatsoever
None of our conjectures are too sound
You hit multilingual traps, rebound
Somersault screaming, “Never!”

Yet how to survive in a dull world while sharp
And not end up in the lost-and-found still
Whether giving in or refusing to budge?

An open verdict, an absentee judge
Endlessly replaying “The World According To Garp”
You can read on the scoreboard the result: Nil Nil

Leaf

LEAF

This leaf in my path
It was not there yesterday
Which of us has changed?

Books are made from trees
Who is it recognises
That books have leaves too?

Wind blows through all things
Leaves, paths, books, trees, observers
Who causes the wind?

Who Knows

WHO KNOWS

We breathe in and out
Or at least that’s how it seems
Perhaps we dream it?

Baffled II

BAFFLED II

Why was she given
Five senses when she could not
Make any of one?

DNA

DNA

All one yet shattered
Family a mystery
Concealing the truth

Sylvan and Golden, Fairy Tale Wood

SYLVAN AND GOLDEN, FAIRY TALE WOOD

Boundaries there were
When first I ventured but now
Crumbs eaten by birds

At home in the wood
Where we meet one another
Time and space unborn

Ponder mysteries
Wondering while wandering
Thickets of thought-spun words