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The Moon
The mild mannered moon
Only showing its
fully illuminated face
But once a synodic month.
The manipulating moon
Born of the earth mother
And driving its tides
To ebb and to flood.
The manic mad moon
Causing havoc with emotions
Wild and dangerous
A lunatic nightmare.
Monday 8th January 2024 9:17 am
Seaboard
days come and go
no stopping them
like leaves that wither on the stem
yellow they drop
no longer free
now mere atoms in eternity
we watch them fall
with them we go
flotsam on that tidal flow
a wave that climbs
into the sky
going none knows where or why
washing the stars
bathing black holes
dousing galaxies like blazing coals
is ...
Saturday 11th September 2021 11:01 am
Starfish Haze
On the beach bits were sharp with old shells
Sand dry as dust cushioned our feet
In a rock pool we saw the starfish
I'd never seen anything so neat
I've often thought of that creature
Its wonderful colourful ways
Moving at its own pace, shimmering,
In a mysterious starfish haze
Soon we saw another, from a family of gems
We stared and discussed Nature's pride
...Monday 13th April 2020 1:07 pm
Empty Mirror.
Is sobriety killing my creativity?
Or is it better off this way?
It's hard to find some comfort in this
When all I know is pain
I couldn't go on much longer
With the way I was feeling inside
But who am I now that I'm sober?
Loss of identity will reside
Let me feel the lines of your hands
From your finger tips on down
I don't know how to fix me
But your skin is safe and sound
My a...
Thursday 21st November 2019 8:22 pm
The Estuary
I am
barefoot
on a far tide line
sand rippled
spread
with estuary shells
with oystercatchers
soft where rills run down
or the sea pools
behind a half-sunk stone
or a mooring chain
I am
watching
moored yachts
swinging to the tide turn
above their sunken reflections
angled lines of cirrostratus
echoed below the horizon
in the mirror gloss sea
...
Thursday 13th June 2019 4:12 pm
Images of a High Tide
harbour entrance swell
river bridge
above the beach
the scraping rattle
millions of stones
sucked off the beach
returning to the sea
beside the harbour wall
crossing waves
rearing waves
joining
breaking in foam
crashing
onto the shingle
the vast pull
of the receding sea
the undertow of sound
the bay
grey brown sea
under a blue sky
...Monday 25th February 2019 1:55 pm
Summer Seascape
In the sun's mid-day heat
I see the tall field grasses flow, swell
and come towards me in waves
surging before the day's wind
the seed-head spume constantly bowing
seems to fall on the field strand where I stand.
The rhythmic onslaught of the waves
continues through the long afternoon -
a tide of wind-driven swells and rollers
always flowing to my feet, w...
Thursday 21st February 2019 12:34 pm
Conversation in a Harbour Cafe
It was all in her eyes
When he said
I
He saw the tear
When he breathed
L
O
V
E
He knew her mind
When he stopped
Outside the mist rolled in
As ropes slipped off bollards
When he left
He heard her say
M
Y
When the door slammed
He hoped she said
L
O
V
E
When he heard
It was all in his mind
Outside the engine sta...
Sunday 9th December 2018 12:35 pm
Adamson Adrift
This piece, over twenty years old, came to me largely in a dream about being a poet.
Adamson Adrift
We sat on the wharf at East Balmain,
where the ferries make the Harbour
never still,
and Robert Adamson floated away
with grace on the violent tide,
as we looked on the streams
of the living
(as in air, we were in motion)
and in action, and relative calm
...Sunday 29th October 2017 2:21 pm
Turn Of The Tide
Low ripples creep in eager waves,
Reclaiming grains of wind-blown sand,
To lay them flat within the damp, cemented matrix,
By degree, each one,
In exposed space,
Is over-run,
Again with water weight,
Where fine currents caress and roll,
The grains that had once been free.
Sunday 22nd January 2017 9:22 pm
The Extent Of The Tide
And so I walked the full extent of the tide,
To where once-fronds of bladder wrack lie,
Fallen branches where air balloons find their specific gravity awry,
A rippling sandscape sculpt by rolling water,
Carpeted with greening algal strands plumose in the quiescent remaining pools,
Seagulls at the edge,
Scouring newly exposed beach,
Beneath the dark-faced island.
Saturday 21st January 2017 6:14 pm
Tide Turn
A full moon, and the tide swollen by rain;
Rain lashing on the window, wild as rage -
My pen is stirring on the unspoilt page
In scribble circles, feeling round this pain.
Like tunnels leading deeper than my mind,
Or ropes in hopeless tangles, loosely curled,
Sprawling intestines looped around the world
My pen describes; this pain is ill-defined.
The ...
Thursday 22nd March 2012 11:46 am
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