Sunday, 28 October 2012

The Risk (for Sunday Scribblings)

Take me
Come on
Don’t be afraid

Or one day
You’ll regret
When it’s all too late

Don’t take half-measures
But throw yourself all in

With a leap of faith
Great adventures begin

Monday, 8 October 2012


I’m not gracefully blossoming

Not softly mellowing

Nor transforming
Or improving

I’m breaking open
With loud cracking noises
Spilling blood and tears

Stripping away
Layers upon layers
Of masks and veneers

Through the dust and rubble
I recognise your face

We finally meet
In this imperfectly beautiful place

Saturday, 22 September 2012

Shadow Play

Dancing they are
Those shadows in the night
Showing their faces briefly
Before disappearing into the light
Mustn’t reject them
Or they won’t come to play
Nor surrender to them
Or you’ll become their prey
So I join their dance instead
Try to lead
Not to be lead

Tuesday, 11 September 2012


I’m wide open
It feels cold
My thoughts and feelings
In my face
Like a harsh wind
I want to hide
Cover myself up
Yet I remain
I hold on to my breath
I breathe in
I breathe out
Into the insanity
Out from the spaciousness
Underneath all the madness
Let go
Become the wind