What line can I write That I might again repeat Later on tonight I rack my tired brain What line can I write It just won’t come Do you share my plight If only words might spill Bent to my will I rack my tired…

Daylight warms the window as I stretch my arms in bed. Lost in contemplation about something dumb I said. Or was that just a dream? I try to clear the existential cobwebs from my sleep-filled head. I rise to face the morning, greet my beloved…

Accented by sunshine yellow, a long-legged fellow known as white-headed lapwing resides. Fairly reclusive and favoring cattails the stunning and musical African Rail, wades carefully into the open, Ready to join the best-dressed club run by those like Livingstone’s Turaco, In stunning green and scarlet,…

Seasons drape the shadows of life The dark corners Shade of ancient oaks They hide they protect   Armour against doubt and dread Seasons drape the shadows of life Occlusion’s illusions remain Wind borne particles scurry away   Stripped bare winter’s rough hands Steal from…

Cannot begin a day without it Offers me comfort and caffeine Fills me with energy to get up and go First cup must be down before speaking (or can be spoken to) Every sip warms my soul and chases sleepiness away Each morning is a…

Some of my best daydreams come at night In the stillness, coolness of the starry sky I can see how the ancient Greeks made stories of constellations Complete deities of the Milky Way Explanations of the unknown under a moonless sky Archetypes of the cosmos…

Acoustic guitar stings and taps leading into louder dance A light female voice, breathless, the words indecipherable though I listen closely only half understanding snatches of song.   ‘doesn’t take a job in the night return to me all my friends are half-gone birds, keeping…

There. I stole the show Can somebody drive me home?

Poem #7 In This Garden The sky is a witness and accomplice to daytime, Daytime a brightness the night lacked. Lack is a thing among others your loving ,a midnight thief, took away. Away with all the noises and stresses of life we are in…

As we swing time does its thing the world goes by and music rings.   A silly little ding as we swing a bell goes ‘round and cracks the ground.   Hole opens wide there’s souls inside as we swing a demon sings.   We…