VERSE | DISTANCES

Eyes rheumy, ringed with grey
Stare at me, stare me down
But their old fire is gone
Almost gone … age-worn
I still shrink, but imperceptibly
Outwardly there is no sign
Of being pushed off the line
Off my center, intimidated
Bullied, silently hated
For that time. Those eyes
Still try to be
Windows to his reflection of me
Disappointing, different, so unlike
The version I should have been

I look back at him
Even as I feel my own agitation
Silently
Pull at my edges, wringing at them
Helplessly, I don’t want the drama
I’m too old for that now
He’s older but he doesn’t see
The futility, the lovelessness,
This rejection of me
I look away, back at my book
Quiet, stoic as calm as can be
Inside another little piece
Of closeness, affection, familiarity
Breaks off into the grey-ringed void
Of distances spanning an eternity.
Image: Larisa Carli

VERSE | SOME DAYS

Hope visited me today 
She brought Grace and Calm
I looked at them comfusedly
Why had these three come?

I was lying in my bed
With Dejection and with Dread
I’d been in their company a while
They had spun their grisly web

I had lain in its hoary mesh
While its tendrils reached within
Shutting out the daylight hours
My world was dark and grim

The ache that they had released
Had also roused Masochist
He clutched me now in his eerie hold
I just couldn’t break that spell

The rushing, gushing tides of pain
Numbed memories that played
Over and over in a loop
Relentless, without a break

My heart bled from the holes that gaped
Wider with every wave
Of agony that swept through me
I had no desire to be saved

But now there was Courage too
With Love she looked at me
Grouping together in my chest
They held hands with the other three

Their other hands lay on my heart
Staunching the essence that fled
Out into the ravening veins
Of Dejection and of Dread

A gentle warmth spread through my flesh
I finally saw some light
Flitting, peeping, twinkling through
The blue gauze in my eyes

Hope and Calm and Love together
With Courage and Grace today
Came to sit with me a while
As in my bed I lay.
Image: Mireille Laroche

VERSE | BREATHE

Stop and listen - do you hear 
The wind blow through the trees?
Let your mind soar up a little
To the rustle of the leaves

Stop and look - do you see
Her golden yellow wings?
As the bee floats round the flowers
Gathering nectary-sweet things

Stop and touch - do you feel
The texture of the bark?
Of the grand old banyan tree
It’s head swaying up with the lark

Stop be still - let your heart fill
And your atoms all slow down
As you walk through the ethereal realm
Of nature as she abounds