Guishichan

see where i've been
   a vibrant garden,
      it all stands still
this coloured scene.

hurtle through
    the sky, some
summer day

   five hundred 
miles per hour,
      so they say.

      a garden has
some mystery, 
a latent threat,

a body buried
   somewhere,
   no regrets.

   a virus, all
invisible has
   murdered
peace of mind.

estranging friend
   from friend, who
   could not stand
comfortably close,

to share those
   all important
      confidences

social creatures
   mad monkeys
      in a riot,

   how can the
      centre hold,
it's never quiet.

see where i've been
   a vibrant garden,
   it all stands still
this coloured scene.

Fallen Gate

Fallen Gate

some time ago,
      somebody
   left it open.

   a fallen gate,
      half rotten
in a desert place...


   half-standing
      half-fallen, 
      covered now, 
with old green moss

   it speaks of 
      long ago
and sad decay,

of time long past
      or was it
   yesterday.


some time ago,
      somebody
   left it open.

   a fallen gate,
      half rotten
in a desert place...

Kalanchoe

Kalanchoe

   bunches of tiny 
      white dreams:
flowers, bundled
like tiny bouquets,

      they come
from far away,
across a world.

(we never saw
them disembark
      the plane.)


they say the
dream business will
not be the same.

we cannot fly,
the virus 
clipped our wings.

      sunny 
destinations
   live only in
our dreams.

nothing is certain,
      everything 
   has changed.

   our world was
such a wonder,
but now that's
      rearranged.

Kalamalka Lake 2020g

Kalamalka Lake 2020g

   ponderosa
pine trees
      give a bit
   of shade.

   green water, 
interesting
   to look at.

   a vision so
      beautiful,
   words alone 
are not enough.

hot summers
      are wonders,
despite the heat.

   cool green
waters cool
   a roasted
   passerby.

   fine just to be 
there, almost
   if you listen,

   to such silence
   you might find,
a special place.

and recognise a
spooky stirring
      deep inside.

View From Above

View From Above

   we envy birds.
their easy flight,
   mastery of air,

   their, oh so
   wonderful
point of view.

      treetops look
interesting when we 
are positioned like
   a bird's-eye.

   we don't see
things the same.
      we can't, we
have no wings,

   although we
   so often wish
to see treetops
   from above.







Dreams and Nightmares

Dreams and Nightmares

eyes locked shut,
morning comes
   much too soon.

stories have
      played on 
      screens, 
   inside of
slammed shut
      eyelids.

      video playing,
so different from 
   a photograph!

      you can look
again and again,
seeing previously
      missed detail.

   colours are so
   beautiful, you
say, and i wonder.

   which colours
      do you see, i
cannot expect
   to truly
understand.

i see my colours
   and i know i
can trust that
      you will see
your own dreams
and nightmares,

   your own way, 
your own colours
      maybe.

   monochrome: 
      so different.
special in its way.
      dramatic 
   sometimes,
in simplicity.