Friday, 16 September 2016

21g

It is said the weight of a human soul is 21g.
How can a soul be quantified?
Calculate, input data.
Heart rate, pulse.
Document.
Complete.

A soul who lived with one
Rough edge, a tear, a rupture
66 years
Joined to another,
Severed with silent tears.

21g so deep, so full, so strong
Cannot be measured
Resewn now; joined.

The weight can only be measured by those
Left behind.

Haiku - Canvas

A canvas of white, gold, blue
Awash with beauty
Your face; a watercolour

Wine

Did I not pour for you
A generous portion
Of that strong and woozy
Stuff that signified my love?
Clumsy, I spilt it upon myself
Falling like red tears.

And did you not receive from me
That heady scent
Which lingers in your
Hair, your mind and soul
Until the morning's clarity
Rises like a veil?

But you poured for me only
A sample cup to taste
Then pressed my lips with
A white cloth stitched
With a whisper,
Goodbye.

Australia

A history of juxtaposition
Old and new
Black and white
Native, Alternative
Vision of blue mountains
Blue skies, a red centre
Of white crests on the ocean
And in the smiles of the people
But of stolen generations
And heartache
And oh Australia you stole my heart.

Haiku - Rocas

Tus manos fuertes
Como las rocas, cuando
Tu me abrazas

Haiku - tree

You are like a tree
To me. Strong, beautiful, free
Tree hugger, is me

Vast

I need the vast and open, the green
And free, the fluid dancing trees, the
Soft moss squelching underfoot.
Not this blanket of cloud and these
Grey rigid giants crowding my paths

Haiku - Lanarkshire

Hills tattoed with trees
Marbled moors; ochre and brown
Carved by River Clyde

Carne

El peso de mi carne
Es débil
Se ahoga en el mar
Cuando fuerte soy en ti

Todo mis miedos
Caen, sin apoyo
Como fruta podrida


Cuando fuerte soy en ti

Llave

Buscar tu llave
Y cuando lo encuentras
No lo pierdas
Ponerlo en su cuello
Fe, esperanza, amor