Song For A Lost Minstrel

let me deep inside you
to scratch your heart,
and layer by layer
to peel your soul away,
discover me uninvited
a singing vagabond
hidden in your dreams
and decide to have me stay.

Untitled Notes

in a garden of wildflowers
painted with morning dew
a dream with scarlet wings
the butterfly danced
between bloom and stem
and back again
before brushing the petals
that brought him to rest a while.

Pieces

There’s fragments
remnants of dreams
loose in my head
like collected
mixed jigsaw pieces
a puzzle with no clue
though I’m sure
their solution
is far from arbitrary
as there are
ten thousand yesterdays
and at least one tomorrow
to be solved by today

Bus Stop

I met a tiny caterpillar
waiting on his wings
and also for the bus to come
and several other things
a rucksack for his chrysalis
and space to weave his thread
a leaf to make a hammock with
to rest his weary head
He stayed there at the bus stop
as I caught the forty two
I hope when wings are given out
there’s not too long a queue.

5-7-5 (take thirty-eight : blue skies)

blue skies blanket us
and the cool westerly breeze
a pillow we share

Train

I could always write on trains
they bring urgency to every word
I rattle over junctions
with ease
mysteries to solve
prove childsplay
and the destination closer
with each line,
the world flying backwards
faces and forms
met for a moment
as my mind speeds forwards
tracks forcing my perspective
to the terminal stop.

5-7-5 (take thirty-seven)

these are not just words
behind each one is a kiss
not yet taken form

Four Ante Meridiem

I listen to the dark
fooling me with its calm
and the seeming solitude
it’s blanket
isolation offers
when in fact
behind each reach
my imagination
leans to grasp
under each stone turned
and painted among the shadows
is life going on.

5-7-5-5-7-5

save us from poems
measured words that mark our hearts
and endanger them

bless all the poets
minstrels all who free our souls
allowing them wings

Tease For Two

there’s three can canners
on my cup
when the tea is hot,
their bums stick up.
It’s quite distracting
in its way
to see bare bottoms
on my Earl Grey.