MADLY IN LOVE
Her life redrawn as a comic strip … sans comedy.
No longer that dynamic duo. Batteries flat.
Bats in the belfry, robbin’ bewildered senses blind.
And … adrift might best describe it. Hooked, blind and snookered.
…..(He is the one?)
Even lying beside her, not truly here, he lies
oceans away, behind cold fronts, lines of icy bars,
biting winds, squalls of temper, hurricanes of contempt.
Comforts herself with poetry and sweet memories
…..(He is the one!)
that turn to nightmares where he’s drowning, calling her name.
Then she is there, reviving him (mouth to mouth, of course).
Waking to find him gone she recaulks her leaky fancies,
sets her sails for yet another day tacking upwind.
…..(He is the one!)
Eschewing havens, but never her hope, she soldiers on,
soiled sails reduced to tatters, she rows from pole to pole,
trawls the seven seas. Her treasure? Nowhere to be seen.
He has unfurled his true colours: the skull and crossbones.
…..(He is the gone.)
CRY OF LOVE
The matchless triumph of surrender …
Beside the queen’s pavilion
The shriven mendicant
Waits alone for execution
Staring into space out of the deep unknown
His will to immolation
Touches a sudden spring
That opens a secret door
Gateway to reminiscence
Dreams that come to nothing revisited
Ghosts shimmer in the walls
And say: Yes, I came this way
Dismantled all my posits
Reappropriated my a prioris …
The truth has no talons
In an ocean of aimless pursuits
Give me the strength of arms
That I may embrace the fear
Give then to me a great fortune
That I may embrace the small change
Give me the disciplines of art
That I may embrace the unruly
Give me your stockinged pillories
That I may embrace the sweet smile of God
Come here, dear sister, whose eyes
Beckon timidly but nonetheless
Back at me from the mirror
Lay down, my love, and be at ease
If love to living lends the flavour
You would be tasteless not to share
This cup where two as one may savour
The mystery beyond compare
The seasoned year time’s greed devours
As sweet with bitter intertwines
But love works sorcery with the hours
Like the fermenting of rare wines
Yet love’s no splendour quite so splendid
Nor seems to promise quite so much
As when its flavour hangs suspended
Between a suspicion and a touch
I know now why it is
I was born with two hands
The first is to beckon you
The other to push you away
A BETTER FUTURE
Let us dream a better future into life
That life that lies inert unenvisioned
Let us breathe it into manifestation
In words and thus in time into flesh
You should … er … Do this
You should … er … Not do that
Thus you should-er the burden
Responsibilities … A heavy weight
Two parallel worlds
Spin out of control
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
For Kim, with love.