The mind plays games with which the player
is unacquainted.
Its rules are hidden and to be divined
embracing courage,
for the player to take a nescient move.
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And with each move
to stumble and fall, reluctantly its skin… CONTINUE READING »
Spanish Painted Pigeons
Though my consciousness enjoins my body to acquiesce
To a tired will pleading to resist, my legs subdue volition
Elect my path conjuring me to surrender, to temptation
An enchantment promising respite repose and relief.
I yield, cave and relinquish … CONTINUE READING »
There’s a hole in the bucket, Harry.
Smiles of my childhood build memories of my age.
As my mother taught me steps to ballroom dances
In the living room, to Cha Cha, Tango, Waltz, and Rumba,
In the car we listened to your voice on cassettes. I … CONTINUE READING »
Heterogeneous
Gathered on a large uphill street to honour a Saint
An heterogeneous constellation of human beings
Raise their chalisses to a golden imposing sun
Toasting a melody encompassing mirific diverse notes.
The orchestra conductor a fantastical kaleidoscopic town
Paradisal a … CONTINUE READING »
Sentimental Ebb
Back and forth my thoughts sway and shudder,
Within me I hear the menacing echo of their ebb
And flow, billows breaking onto amorphous rocks
Amassed to build craggy sharp ravines I strive
To climb, they scar me and scorn … CONTINUE READING »
A day in the life
‘Is she as good as she looks?’
Asked a stranger to an old man carrying
The wicker basket where she blithely lay,
As he strolled her, along the sunny avenue
On a warm spring day.
‘Try her,’ he answered, handing … CONTINUE READING »
Behind my eyelids
I shutter my eyes to see an infinity
of ruby hues reflected on my eyelids
they paint my horizon, take shape as I focus
an expanse of endless fields
filled with crying roses
each tear a droplet of morning dew… CONTINUE READING »
Saving Silence [or Misophonia 3]
Whilst Gordon engages in combing the world
Musing on a square inch of silence, sauntering
Through life into the depths of virgin forests
Desert islands, climbing mountains to dredge
An endangered species playing the violin.
Silence, dawn breaking across six … CONTINUE READING »
White Walls of Black History
Miss Ashanti ‘36, a mulatto beauty, the fruit
Of white men’s pleasure, taken in black damsels’ arms.
Her guardian her uncle, on the Gold Coast she grew
To become a queen by white men courted and pursued.
Jealousy stabbed her … CONTINUE READING »
My sole desire
There is a place, where velvet
Emerald moss blankets ancient rocks,
Shaded by myriad multifarious lush trees,
With which the rocks fancifully coalesce
To artfully raise walls, a secret path an arch,
Beneath which flows, a torrent,
Its voice, gentle … CONTINUE READING »