Life
Made a home
In a handful of dust
Set in resistant ground
Would the dry land
Withhold consent
A host rejecting
This foreign body?
Tag Archives: Poetry
THE BIRD THAT FINALLY LOST IT
I am the songbird that swears.
No tamed caged fowl, me
With garish green wings
No sir ! I rattle those bars
And I mean to soar
Over tower blocks out
To the cliffs and the sea
CONNECTION IN A DUTCH JUNGLE
A wild bouquet
The exotic and the plain
Loosely grouped
Watered and refreshed
In a huge glass jar
Catching the light
Timeless words cascade
Leather-bound
On shelves as we dine
HOLINESS
Today this is
A barbed and wounding word
Seated angular and cold
On a shelf way out of reach
However tall the ladder …
WORDS
Words ride on sound-waves
Across smoky rooms and satellites
They carve out keys
That unlock underground rivers
And spark dry flints
Into fires that buzz
Hum and ignite ideas
Through towns and continents
We must use them well
Mud at the wall 