Monday, 1 February 2010

Water-break-its-neck


This image
Perfect mould
Holy Grail of the soul
Your love 
Bestowed 
Light mist of 
Gold rain
Making everything 
Vibrant
Bold
Elegant construction
Detailed music
Cascading down
Polishing slates 
In the mountain crown.

Yet we still struggle ahead
Amongst ancient branches dripping in moss
Even when the path is cut
Balance 
May not found
Loneliness cannot be
Pinned to the ground
By beauty 
And surrender.

We hesitate
We lean against old bark
And forget within reach 
A steady arm
Through avoidance 
Our perpetual fear is thus marked.
Love isn’t always 
An accessible passage
To the waterfall of joy.
And when we try to describe 
What’s at stake
When we try to define 
Just how much courage it does take
To trust, to love, to stay awake
Words ridicule the beauty
And it’s just
Water-break-its-neck.


Winter’s walk
By Gub

This wet water
Wall
With lightening ice
Lacing ferns that
Dangle

Daggers
Could fall.

We pass
Three generations
You and I
Paternal father
And son
Crawl
Slip-shod
With dog
Dynastic leap frog
Trusses
Time into a
Ancestral
Triple jump

The moss flecked
Antlers of the trees
Molecular model of
Of things we cannot see

Our universe
Expanded
And shrunk
Beneath the cloaked
Shadows
Of green-caped trunks
Winter’s
Walk
Past frozen water

A memory
To set us free..

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