Thursday, 23 June 2011

THE WINDOW CRIED

I so need to paint

and lose my soul in painting,

the canvas blank

paint leaving a trail.

An awareness of the picture

in my mind that

has no existence outside,

not memories but yet something earlier.

Doorway to forever opens

revealing fleeting happiness

painted forever.  

No-one saw me leave I stepped sideways,

leaving behind a moment in my life,

the distant future a certainty.

Real and unreal slid together as one

there but apart somewhere in the distance.

The reflection in the window I couldn't see past it

just out of reach, something unknown.

The window cried for me.

A woman with a tired frail face

stared back at me.

I wonder why she looks so tired

detached on the outside looking in.

Infiniteness of infinity and beyond.

I remember so clearly a walk long ago

with the fresh smell of pine.

Around me

a knot in the pine frame

weeps.

Monday, 13 June 2011

THE OCEAN


She heard it in the echoes

of the rosary beads of memories,

be aware of words

beware of them.

Behind her eyelids she watched

illusion and reality,

the dance of life.

Paint peeling

the lighthouse sang an old song,

part of everything part of nothing,

unsettling the ocean.

A slender  thing

what might have been,

hidden

for a lifetime.