Cooking

May 11, 2014 at 9:20 pm (Poems) (, , , , , )

From our casserole such flavour,
as it’s dipped and spooned and lifted
by nitronic 60 slivers;
from our casserole, such flavour
as it stirs we’ll taste and savour,
coaxed, encouraged, fed and gifted;
from our casserole such flavour:
to new kitchens we have shifted.

In our stew there is a stirring,
time to season our endeavour,
simmered confidence emerging.
In our stew there is a stirring,
definitions changed by learning.
Add some zest and if we’re clever
in our stew there is a stirring:
time to season our endeavour.

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Roots

October 17, 2012 at 9:40 pm (literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, Stories) (, , , , , , , , , , )

This tree does not grow straight
but arcs and bends
honouring its earthly pact

Likewise, lives are not line props
not linear answers or roads of crow

Rather, we are shaped to wend and roll
haywire, globose, melding and merging
doubling back to blend and kneed

We are guardians of an eccentric past
seasoned by inaccuracies
rendered imperfectly real
by our inconsistent insistence

If we continue to sway this way
by the time we reach a round return to here
I will be knotted and gnarled
you may be old, softened or rotten

But we are not arrows shot by a bow
destined to forsake our roots
so we will likely cross again
I understand that now.

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Pause

August 18, 2012 at 10:17 pm (Poems) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Who would we ever need
whilst independent
in hard faced shell
protected and sure?
What do they know
who clinch, cling
sing songs of love?

Why would we ever need
whilst striding always
to somewhere else
strong legs
brains alive and adequate
dressed in arrogance?

What would we ever need
until the floor comes up
to meet us and on bended knees
we panic, cry out, freeze?

Unsolicited hands
reach to hold us.
Selfless strangers patch
and set us on our way.
We want to walk proud.

But as we fell,
the air around us changed;
as we were lifted,
we were comforted by
fellowship and warmth;
as we walked away
with muttered thanks
we became a softer animal,
hurting and healing.

Leaning against
a new door, we hear
the voice of millions
and feel the warmth
of the sun against our back.

For this incredible moment
we know our connection with it all.

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