Laying it bare

Sometimes immodesty is actually a good thing

it lays everything bare

as it is meant to be

no thin membrane of delusion

separating two worlds

no keeping things out

to make pretentious claims to preservation

sometimes immodesty is a good thing

because it lets you cut through the

skin

get to the other side

and it becomes a virtue

why call it immodesty then

you may ask,

why not call it enlightenment

or reality

maybe something even more telling

like being or truth?

That's impossible

because language

has already formed

into parched cakes of meaning

clubbing immodesty with the profane,

a depravity of words

a paucity of true eloquence

like a scrap of flesh

being scavenged upon by a vulture

in transit

immodesty is a good thing

because it makes you stop and think

about what needs to be held open

for the infidel to examine

to take in

and make something worthwhile

out of life

there is only one choice here

throw your caution to the winds

free yourself

and start living.

Time's up

The clock on the wall has stopped ticking
it is a big wooden clock
with plenty of character and i keep on telling myself
that it is a piece of great creativity
so let it sit, stay in the house,
it is a proper work of art
what i seem to forget
is that it is like a freezer
and it is keeping me locked
in a fake timelessness
what should i do now?
it can't be fixed
no choice, a time-warped mind will
have to release the chime
and usher the era in.

merciful return to life

Rotting tomatoes and beans
Fallen prey to wind
and incessant tears from heaven
crops of bounty
withdrawing
making way for new life
it is beautiful out there
i don't mean the cherry blossom kind of spring beauty
i am talking about the grave of everything that ends
in a way that makes room
for something new
the seeds i planted are sitting in the cradle
of the cycle of eternity...........

visceral motion

It is a visceral feeling
the sand beneath my feet
I am sitting in the living room
curled up
by the fire
feeling the beach between my toes
the music comes blaring through the speakers
and the drums sound not unlike waves
hitting the shores
then reclining onto their mysterious centre
back in the sea
my mind conjures up images of boats
and lighthouses
ships and cruises
even the painting on the wall
shows floating vessels
all adding up
making me bob across
on the waves of my imagination
to hitherto unexplored places.....

On being ten

My daughter showed me

how to eat

candied ginger

by poking a chopstick

through it

and then sucking on it

like a lollipop

I bet you are wondering

what's so great about that

I tell you

it's great

I would go so far as to say

it's sensational

because she is

teaching me to be ten

again

to slurp

it up

and enjoy it

unabashedly

she brought me

here

in

stages

and now on the eve

of her 11^th birthday

I am learning

that

life goes in circles

not lines

and

that the greatest

enjoyment of

something

sometimes

comes from

going back there

again.

A cold, cold day

A bitterly bitter wind

The inquiring look

On the face of a cat

As I stride

Downhill

Conquering the territory

Of the unconquered

Mill

The grinding mill

Covered in layers
of 100% wool
The label
on the back
says
Merino

Yet I'm chill to the bone
and my lips won't move
the words
are stuck
on my
chilly worn out
brim
you need to
read my face
my eyes
my determined gaze
I am curious
about what you gather
and I am eager
to see it reflected back
in your stance

On the edge

On a precipice

Edge of cliff

Looking down

Into the steep drop

Ocean

Vast mysterious ocean

Hiding the treasure

Which if I have to find

 I have to dive

I cannot and I must

How shall I do this

Have you done it

Once, twice, never?

Have you stood on the edge

Of a precipice

Ever?

And wondered

Where to now?

Shall i dive

Shall i hide

Shall i run

For my life

Pray tell,

Do you know?

Have you been

To the edge of the precipice

Ever?