Sometimes

in the darkness at night there’s a movie in the sky

it’s always too good it’ll make you cry

as your life in trains and rooms go by.

 

Sometimes you’re in a train in the afternoon passing by

and the sea is so beautiful it’ll make you cry

and at night the stars come out to dance

and the moon climbs high.

 

Sometimes you’re at home all high and dry

and you’re doing some work by and by

and you see the birds fly slowly in the sky

and you look and look and quietly sigh.

 

Sometimes you’re at home sleeping at five

and you go sliding down your bed into the sea

and you wake up with the sound of your own cry.

 

Sometimes you’re on the street walking when you almost fly

and sometimes you’re bewildered that everything is a lie

hold your breath for a while that it might pass by.

 

Sometimes it’s best not to pry

and let things quietly lie

Sometimes it’s too much my oh my!

 

 

The above poem is from my third book The Branches (2015).

The Wild Mind

keeps rolling

through the world

of white buildings

and all that variety

which the moon

now will soon shine on

how beautiful

how calm

and how sad

all this is

and last night the flat above mine

got flooded

I was collecting water

in three buckets

and swabbing the floor

from the leakage

and then there is all this delight

and anxiety in the afternoon sun

the colour of burnished gold

the colour of memory

the colour of poetry

the colour of song

the colour of sadness

the colour of death

while the sky paints itself

into such a stillness

I awaken into such quiet bliss

I have never felt before

here you go partner

for all that

the train seems to say

awakening me aloud

with its horn

once again

and the small brown sparrows chirp

sweet whistles of melody

a black crow cancels out

cawing in an arc

I sigh and sigh

until a recurring image of the sea

comes by

and somehow tempts me

to try

a breakfast of eggs and bread

to clear the confusion in my head

go on go on

the waves seem to say

it’s a nice way

to begin your day.

 

The above poem is from my third book The Branches (2015).

This House

looks so pretty

its beautiful staircase

its white and orange window

its brown brick wall

and as I look

a crow descends

on its lovely red-tiled sloping roof

and the coconut trees

sway happily in the breeze

that is blowing

green coconuts hang in bunches

against the blue sky

the sound the leaves make

is the soothing sound

of the sea

and the sea is just behind

us here

on this lovely resort

at Kudle beach

where all night yesterday

a woman in a nearby cottage moaned

making love to her lover

for hours their lovemaking went on

perplexing me beyond wonder

and then there was this animal

or I don’t know what

first the noise was in my cupboard

and I thought it was a rat

then it ran across the walls

and I thought it could be the wind

but whatever it was

it ran across the roof then

and this woman cried.

How

much fun there

was in the boating.

 

How the green lake

kept getting deeper

and deeper till you

saw the dark water

merging in your mind.

 

So much fun we had that day.

 

A boat got stuck and they

pulled it out.

 

The sunlight was

streaming trees

all around.

 

The blue sky running

with our voices

somewhere.

 

 

The above poem is from my first book Reeling (2012).

So Beautiful

your face

white and blue

O sky

I kiss you

in the morning

when I wake

the palm trees sing

of other worlds

the laburnum burns

yellow and gold

and the green river of the leaves flow

the city wakes up slow

the small brown houses sleeping

in grey mist

the white buildings sparkling

like precious stone

and the birds now

their chirping

tells me the dead world

is now alive

we are not perfect

we must admit

they sing

this is sheer magic

the way they arc

silently through the light

you are a symphony being played

you think

you dance like a drum

a red bucket

rolling into place

you splash about and see

the world is water

and the entire neighbourhood

now wakes

to the wonder

as the sky

gathers everyone

in its arms

for a kiss.

I Feel Stuffed

inside all this grey

and can’t get out

all the way from the sky

to this bed where I’m sitting

small unthinking

staring at the buildings

insignificant

empty

and you know how it is

when nothing matters

so there the sky stays

in all its greys

and here I am

still trying to

figure out

the whole thing

writing all this down

in my house

while outside

two vehicle horns

go off musically at

short intervals

and then I begin

to feel a little better

and shortly after that

there is this crow

in the distance

its hazy caw caw

caw caw caw

five times before fading

makes me happy

and while silence

now returns

and the world

comes back to itself

once again

the train horn blows

and writing about this

is really making me

feel good

and as I now look

at the sky

I notice it has

completely changed colour

it is this beautiful blue

in so many shades

spread out till my view

would allow

and through this

there is now

light shining.

 

The above poem is from my third book The Branches (2015).

Now Once Again

my heart has found

some hope

some happiness

outside the world

is strolling

with the sunlight

the trees sway

the buildings smile

and the train

slowly rocks

on the tracks

blowing its horn

I breathe freely

I smell the world

I cuddle it

I make love

to it

and it loves

me right back

the sun shines

the windows dazzle

I dance in joy

I am like a toy

I spin

I win

I stop

I hop

I act like a top

I rise high

into the blue sky

and freely fly

singing a lullaby

bye bye baby world

you are so sweet

tomorrow again we will meet

right by this same street

and as I climb higher

my heart catches fire

and my body bursts in desire

O bye bye baby world

you are so sweet

tomorrow again we will meet.