(In memory of my mother)
Years later he played a game with… A subtle, deadly game of revenge. But either way, I was not to blam… For what happened to his 'Angel’, His beautiful long-haired daughter…
The polar ice caps Like elders Our parents Watching over us Balancing us
When my eyes upon the raw world lo… First thing in the morning, watery… Hoping to reflect the sun rising i… I think upon the darkside of the n… The realm that I’ve just left to…
The sound of the sea As it races in Is a mighty din Voiced by the god of the ocean as… From the ravenous swell flooding i…
The goose, head held high, squawki… Chased the peacock across the lane In front of our car. We stopped… The peacock with long tail feather… To the top of an old stone farm wa…
There’s a gentle lapping on the sh… A sunny day, we hope for more. The sea is saying come on in, Yet much too cold to take a swim. Sailing boats are out in force
Inside my head My mind burns With the dead And turns Into imagined ashes,
The light we see From extinguished stars Travels ever on, free, So that someone On a star, who once looked on,
Do not come to me in seeming perfe… Do not insult me so for there is n… Get to know me and you’ll know my… And in such time I’ll get to know… And if encircling each other we fa…
When we had nets on the ends of ca… And jam jars to put the tiddlers i… When we had a sixpence for pocket… And short trousers with pockets to… When we walked through fields to a…
If he should die his grief Would surely then be gone: This heaviness of grief, And thus of Being, Is grief for the many
When you get to grips With brick or stone, with tools, Drilling holes, or re-shaping thin… To fix a light outside, perhaps, Or laying paving slabs
Coming up to her is like A huge ending, a massive Psychology of being elsewhere, A stopping, by the large Mysterious surge, a bringing up
Our Winter clothes are long undon… The May-blossom has been and gone… So fast the seasons run, And summer’s warmth has just begun… Swallows veering low and high
The roses here grow on Year after year, While people have gone Year after year. Yet we are still together,