Sunday, 25 May 2014 at
23:49
under
animals,
beauty,
earth,
life,
little things,
live,
pomes,
smile,
spiritual,
wilderness
trying somehow
to put together a set of words to describe
the sensations
of floating
the sounds of tree, of water
and of hand and paddle
the sweet flow of movement
never quite straight
never quite random
a sense of direction
and a path guided by curiosity
(a what if, a where, where-from, where-to)
just looking at the treeline and asking
where is this sound coming from?
(a distant hope of seeing a beaver
knowing that this is beaver territory
or a hopeless attempt at seeing black grouse
performing their mating rituals in the evening)
finding it hard to put into words
the smallest of things
the beauties that
might not even be worth making into a poem
but which make living such a worthwile thing
just
being here
immersed
in the fragile sounds
of an almost silence
(but never quite).
Saturday, 3 May 2014 at
03:48
under
beauty,
life,
little things,
love,
memory,
pomes,
sex,
smile,
the self,
thoughts
yesterday, at sunset
I somehow forgot the names of things
but it wasn't scary
because I still had
memories
of moving
of dancing
of small, almost-nothing moments
of an early morning
lips touching (tenuto)
and you
so gently on me
and suddenly, all I want
is to slide my face in yours
you to pull my hair just a bit too much
and smile, as we delay a kiss
and -for a moment-
to forget
the names of things
Monday, 31 March 2014 at
09:25
under
beauty,
earth,
life,
little things,
love,
memory,
spiritual,
the self,
thoughts
word-spring
whispering caresses
in blackbirdsong, sunsetpink
and smellofwet
now then, here -
life is too big a word
for
the haiku-
beauties
of just nothing of
a moment
this spring morning
and this one
and this one.
Wednesday, 19 March 2014 at
08:05
under
earth,
life,
little things,
pomes,
shorts,
spiritual
sunrise, a few clouds -
a beautiful spring morning
to look at the snow!
at
07:58
under
beauty,
life,
little things,
love,
memory,
pomes
to unravel the kisses of life
one lover at a time
(a universe talented
at teasing)
Saturday, 22 February 2014 at
13:49
under
life,
little things,
live,
pomes,
smile
a lover
humming the beginning of a song
its words perfectly irremembered -
what a waste of a moment
to think about love.
Sunday, 22 December 2013 at
09:41
under
beauty,
pomes,
shorts,
the self,
wilderness
fresh snow on pine trees
nothing but a late birdsong -
mid-winter calmness